I wake up to the steady beeping of the machinery beside my bed. My eyelids feel glued shut, but I force them open anyway. I turn my head, to see Quentin, asleep in the chair beside my bed, looking rather uncomfortable. I start to sit up, but the restraints around my wrists and ankles won't allow it.
"Hey!" I start to yell out but realize that I can't because not only do they have me restrained, they also have something over my mouth. Quentin shoots up.
"Im, just stay there. Stop! They're gonna put you in a psychiatric ward!" Quentin shouts. A nurse runs in and pulls Quentin away. Another follows and adds something from a needle into the I.V. drip in my arm. "Stop! Leave her alone!" I hear Quentin's voice getting farther and farther away as if someone's dragging him away. My eyelids are getting heavy and the darkness invites me in once again.
