HOSPITAL

Slowly I start to gain consciousness. As I try opening my eyes, the light above blinds me. I squint as I sit up. After shielding my eyes I am able to see my surroundings clearly. I find myself in a hospital bed, the room an eerie grey. It feels oddly familiar. Déjà vu maybe?

I can smell the intense odor of bleach mixed with air freshener. My mouth feels dry and I'm a little nauseous too. I need a sip of water. I must've been out cold for a while. Probably haven't eaten anything either since my stomach just growled quite demandingly.

I turn to the bedside, I find several medical machines, and a few IVs dripping  into small tubes that connect into my arms. I was feeling quite numb when I woke, but now I am really feeling the pain of whatever injuries are under my bandages. 

'Wait, why am I in a hospital bed?' Quickly her head is flooded by the memories of what had happened moments before she had passed out. She was horrified. She had never experienced anything so painful and terrifying before. Thankfully, it seemed she had been rescued before anything bad happened. 

Well, more like before she was murdered.

Where are the doctors? Where the nurses? No visitors and no gifts wishing her a fast recovery? And speaking of missing things, why aren't there any windows? There is but a single door in the wall directly in front of her. One way in, one way out.

 Hmm… 

Getting out of bed, now that was a challenge. Her wounds were still definitely not healed enough for her to be walking, but it seemed no one was going to check on her any time soon. She pulled out the needle in her arm, with a small yelp. Movies are definitely not accurate on the pain level of pulling out those damn things.

(YN) heard the door open, she looked up. A tall and slim man with pastel purple hair stood in the doorway. He smiled at me and clutched his clipboard closer to himself. (YN) sighed in relief. It was nice to finally see a friendly and not a foe.

"Hello there, I'm Bel-" He paused, "You can call me… Claude. How are you feeling today?"

"(YN). Nice to meet you Claude." 'His pause was odd, he's hiding something' (YN) thought. "I have a pulse, so I must be doing good."

"I'm glad that you are feeling 'good' enough to joke around, I imagine what happened to you isn't exactly easy to go through. Please, take a seat," He gestured at the sofa. 

'It definitely wasn't there before, and the bed is gone too.' She noted in her mind. He sat in the armchair in front of the sofa.

"Tell me, do you have any family?"

I've got to keep my guard up, he never said he was a doctor either. "Well of course I do, I wouldn't be here otherwise," She scoffed lightly, "How long have I been out?" She asked, now in a more serious tone.

"A day."

"Really?" She was shocked. She clearly remembered having very deep lacerations.

"Yes (YN)." He stopped and wrote on his papers, "I'm guessing you're hungry? I'll have them bring in a meal for you."

"Oh my goodness, yes please! I'm starving!" She was genuinely happy to hear the word food. It's not often that she gets others to cook for her, and now that she was in desperate need of a meal, it was the perfect time. 

He watched her reaction, smiled at her, and again wrote into his clipboard. 

Claude reached for her hand. He was only able to hold it for a few seconds before (YN) had pulled it away in a hurry. Claude's eyes widened, and so did hers. 

"What the hell?!" (YN) exclaimed after they both bolted up and out of their seats.