The Marrying Type || Jensoo & Chaelisa

Chapter 5

Beep.

The first thing Jennie became conscious of was the constant beeping that seemed to penetrate her conscious and drill into her brain. It was annoying to say the least, and she wished she could get up and destroy whatever stupid machine was making the noise. It was driving her crazy.

Beep.

Slowly, she became more and more aware of her surroundings as she was drawn into reality. Her body felt incredibly heavy, like there was a weight pressing down onto her. Her limbs were not under her control, not yet at least - she tried to lift her arms, but there was a different weight pressing - no, all around - her left arm. It was somehow constricted, and she could not move – not much, anyway. Her mind was clouded over, too, and Jennie recognized the haziness of sedatives all too well. It was clearing, but too slow for her liking.

Beep.

She couldn't move. Her eyes shot open, and all she saw was blinding whiteness. She was in a white room, empty except for her bed and the window to her right, and the machine that was connected by wires that ran into her shirt and onto the patches on her chest and which was the guilty party causing the insufferable beeping noise.

Beep.

She turned her head, ignoring the throbbing pain in her skull, and saw she was not alone. In the chair next to her bed sat a stranger. A woman, at that. She seemed young, probably around Jennie's own age, and she was asleep; her legs were stretched out before her, and her head rested against her hand which leaned onto the arm of the chair. Jennie paid notice to her hair, and how beautifully dark it was and how the sunlight seemed to glint off of it and make it look like pale gold. Amidst the dark locks she caught sight of a face, and for a moment, she could have sworn the beeping noise became just slightly quicker as she realized just how beautiful this woman was.

Beep.

She then noticed that the jacket the woman was wearing was her own. It was certainly hers, there was no doubt about it; she recognized the tear on the right sleeve that had been caused by an offending rose bush on a particularly invigorating nature walk just last week. The rush that ran through her body when she saw this beautiful woman wearing her jacket was incomprehensible to Jennie. It felt somehow...intimate, despite the fact that the dark-haired was a complete stranger to her.

I should say something, Jennie thought to herself, find out why she's here. Who she is. Why am I here?

Beep.

The last thing she could clearly remember was being in the lodge, sitting on the kitchen floor with a bottle of vodka – no, it had probably been whiskey, since she'd drank the vodka the week before – and then it was just hazy memories after that. She remembered getting in a car, and then there had been bright lights...and then it was just blank.

She tried to speak, but found her mouth was parched to the point where swallowing was painful. She tried to reach the glass of water on her bedside table, but found she was basically unable to move.

As though someone had read her mind, the door opened quietly and a nurse stepped in, clad in light blue scrubs and wearing an insufferably chirpy smile on her face. When she noticed Jennie was awake, her smile widened even more, proving Jennie wrong about it being impossible to smile from ear to ear.

"Good morning, sunshine." She said in a hushed voice so as to not wake the woman in the chair. "Need anything?"

"Water." Jennie croaked. The nurse smiled again and reached for the cup, which she held to Jennie's lips as she drank all of it until there wasn't a drop left.