ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY

"beep, beep, beep" is all  can hear as l slowly gain consciousness. My eyes feel heavy and no matter how hard l try, l struggle to tear them apart. The smell of disinfect enveloping me deep in its clutches. I can hear voices in the background but none of them sound familiar and l cannot make sense of what they are saying

The more l fight it, the more fatigued l feel and l feel my body slowly succumb to the pain and misery that the air around breathes out and all l can see is darkness, more vivid than before

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"she will be waking up soon so make sure she feels safe or else that will be bad for everyone involved" l hear a voice say but there is no form of recognition and all l can do is lie there on the bed listening to unfamiliar voices talking about me