A sharp prick against my upper arm had panic clutching my chest and my body tensing. My eyes snapped open. "No," I screamed, pushing at whatever was attacking me. "No, stop."
"Easy, Chloe. Try to relax, okay?" A woman in pink scrubs gave me a reassuring smile. "This will hurt a lot less if you don't tense up." She pushed a needle into my arm, and I cringed against the quick sting.
Slowly, my surroundings came into focus. The steady beep of a heart monitor. The constant drip of an IV. The clean, sterile smell. Crisp white blankets. I was in the hospital. Relaxing, I eased back on the pillows.
"What was that?" I asked.
"A rabies vaccine." She put a bandage on my arm. "Your family went to the cafeteria, but I'll let them know you're awake. They've been waiting for you to open your eyes." She moved to the foot of the bed and wrote something on the sheet of paper that was secured by a clipboard. "How're you feeling?"
"Confused."