Can you tell me your story?

It was nighttime, and the room was lit up with bright white lights.

Mei Wei blearily opened his eyes. His head felt heavy.

Looking up, he found a plain white ceiling above. He was confused by this. He wanted to say something; however, he felt his throat was sore and dry. He could not speak.

Turning his head, he found a glass and a jug of water. Mei Wei tried to extend his arm to pick it up. But he felt his body was very weak. At last, he accumulated his strength and tried to pick up the glass. Yet his strength was still not enough. He tried to pick up the glass, but he could not.

The rustling of glass moving woke up Aman, who was dozing beside Mei Wei's bed. His head was supported by his fist as he jerked awake after hearing Mei Wei's movements.