Chapter Twelve.

I stayed still where I lay on top of the familiar hard mattress, a layer of fluffed pillows behind my back that propped my head up. I could feel a blanket wrapped around me and tightly tucked under my chin, the soft material lightly tickling the sensitive skin on my neck.

My head was lightly pounding and my shoulders seemed to throb with a dull ache. I was still somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness as I could hear the faint movement around the room although it sounded far away; I could feel all of my limbs although I lacked the ability to move freely, open my eyes or speak. My throat was dry and I wondered if I had finally gotten my voice back.

I was slowly regaining all of my senses as I began to remember what had happened and how I ended up in the hospital bed again, after I remember leaving it.