Mark of Depression. But Who Cares?

Voices

I open my eyes, and squint as large blinding lights stare back at me. I can feel them burning the back of my skull.

 I blink a few times and try to peer around. My head feels too heavy to move, so I lie back on my pillow.

Wait, pillow?

I'm definitely lying on something soft. My hair is sprawled about my face, and there's something thick lying over me. A blanket?

There's a noise. High-pitched and screechy. It sounds like... wheels? Wheels pushing on a floor. Something else. A door, opening.

 Voices. 

Yelling. 

Beeping. 

It's all giving me a headache. Actually I can't tell if it's starting now or if I just now realised it was there. Anyway, it hurts like hell.

My brain is foggy, and it takes a while to put together the pieces.

Blanket. 

Wheels.

 Voices. 

Beeping.

I'm in a hospital. I'm on a stretcher, of course. I try a bit harder, and grab some memories.

Water. Waves are coming at me from all sides. I'm walking towards something. Away from something? I don't know. There's something beneath my feet. Something soft. Sand. I was walking into the ocean!

If I had the energy I'd curse. Why me? Why was I found? I travelled far, away from the city and into the beach. That journey took at least three hours. Who found me? How long was I under? Has anyone even noticed I left?

Another door opens. I'm pushed through. More voices. I pass out.