My head felt heavy and it hurt. I felt like bricks had been thrown at my head. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times so that my eyes could adjust to the lights that lit up the room. The smell of disinfectant wafted past my nose. I didn't like it, it made me want to puke. Only hospitals smelt strongly of disinfectant. I didn't die. I was in a hospital
A monitor beeped, prompting me to tilt my head to see where the sound came from. There was a drip attached to my left arm.
"Good morning Miss Andez" A doctor dressed in scrubs greeted me.
I tried smiling but my face felt glued together so I stayed still instead.
"How's your head?" the doctor asked.
He picked a pen from his pocket and started writing something on his pad.
"I'm going to need you to answer me Andez"
I liked the way he pronounced my name.
"I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on top of my head. It hurts" I said with a thin voice.
He laughed.