Memory Might Be Foggy

At Meta Doctors Hospital 

Time had passed, and with each ticking hour, Carla's recovery in Meta Doctors Hospital grew more evident. Her condition had stabilized. 

At Carla's room, the lights were too bright at first. She blinked slowly, her vision adjusting to the sterile white ceiling above her. Her limbs felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive.

She tried to sit up but immediately winced. Pain bloomed in her side, and a nurse rushed over.

"Easy, Miss Carla. You're awake. That's good," the nurse said gently, helping her adjust into a sitting position with the bed controls. "You've been unconscious for days."

Carla licked her dry lips. Her throat felt raw when she finally spoke. "Where... am I?"