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I slowly blink my eyes awake.

As my clouded vision started to adjust, my eyes took in the bland cream white of the ceiling I was staring at.

However, I do not recall having seen walls colored in this specific tone,except for when I was in the hospital.

‚...?'

A cold shudder ran down my spine as the thought of that crossed my mind.

I tried to push myself up from the soft surface beneath me, letting out a quiet shriek as a sharp pain shot through my body, pulling me back down.

A dreadful ache lingered in my bones, reminding me to take it slow. Still panting heavily from the sudden pain, I felt tears prickling at the corner of my eyes.

‚Where am I? And What happened to me...?'

Endless questions flooded my mind. I tried to calm myself,slowly taking breaths and trying to collect what I can remember.

Before I woke up here in this room, I remember resting on a couch in the living room of my family's apartment. Nothing was out of the ordinary.

It was just me and my parents, my mom sitting on the couch across from me, knitting a sweater while humming some old tune from her childhood days. She would occasionally look up from her work to smile at me or talk to my father,who was sitting in an armchair to my right.

The TV was on, displaying an end-of-the-year music award show with catchy beats and people in fancy clothing.

The white noise of the running TV and the warmth of the fireplace close to where I laid created a calming atmosphere,perfect to doze off...

My train of thought halted for a moment.

....Fireplace?

I silently held on to the thought for a moment before aggressively rejecting it seconds later. There's no way I would have died from something like a carbon monoxide poisoning,right...? My parents would have been there to save me!

I shifted my gaze around the room, trying to grasp as much about the situation I'm in as possible.

The bright,almost threateningly sterile white walls stared back at me, as if to laugh at my confusion. There was medical equipment littered around the room everywhere, from the heart rate measuring devices and nutrient supplies next to my bed to the first-aid-kits in the corner.

Everything looked just like a normal hospital room would look like.

I gritted my teeth in both frustration and fear. I thank the heavens for not having any serious mental illnesses, or else I would be having a panic attack right about now.

But,if I died, I wouldn't be here right now, right...? I must instead have fallen into a coma and just woken up...Yes,that must be it.

I tried to convince myself that was the case, ignoring the severe lack of medical supplies around my hospital bed, indicating that my case most likely didn't have anything to do with that.

However, why else would I be in a hospital? I clearly remember the last thing to be me falling asleep on the couch next to the fireplace.

I laid there in silence for a little longer, until the gentle clicking noise of a door opening caught my attention.

I turned my head as much as I physically could without feeling too much pain as I spotted a young male doctor walking towards me.

„Hello,Miss. Are you feeling better?", he asked me and placed the folder with important documents onto the small wooden table next to my bed.