After I wake up, feeling more tired than I usually do, I stretch out my stiff muscles. Something tugs at my arm, making me place it back at my side.
I crane my neck to the side to see that there is a needle connected to me. My eyes follow the tube all the way up to a bag with clear liquid in it, attached to a metal pole to hold the bag.
As soon as my eyes land on the clear bag, I notice a steady beeping coming from somewhere in the room.
I tilt my head to the other side to see that I'm connected to a heart monitor. Why do I need a heart monitor?
At that moment, it all came back to me.
The crash.
The screaming.
The pain.
The sirens.
My heart monitor starts beating rapidly faster, causing a few nurses to run over to me.
"Ma'am. You need to calm down."
I shake my head rapidly.
"Where's Louis?!"
The nurses ignore me.
"Hun, calm down. Or else we'll have to sedate you."
I continue to fight the nurses trying to hold me down to the bed.
"No! I need to know where he is!"
One of the nurses nod to the other as she leaves the room.
As she comes back, I notice that she's holding a syringe.
"I'm sorry hun.."
she sticks the needle into my arm.
After a few seconds, the world starts going black once again.
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