[center][u][h1][color=ed145b]Irina Ivanov[/color][/h1][/u][/center]




Colors and figures, nothing more. This was all Irina was able to see as she dreamt.

The girl only knew that she had been sleeping because it was the suddenly and sharp smell of rubbing alcohol, mixed with a smell of disinfectants and some sort of vanilla lilac that tried to mask it all. It was a strange scent which had suddenly sent Irina's brain into overdrive as she began to recall the moments before she had fallen horribly ill with a terrible migraine. Her mother had taken her in to her room, where she had fallen into a sleep induced by a high fever. She had remembered telling her mother how she could not stand her head anymore, and how every sound and every touch felt as if she was getting hit by a car. It was after that when she slipped into a deep sleep.

A sudden beep made the dark haired girl cringe, which had caused every bone and muscle in her body to ache and protest against the sudden movement. The beeping continued nonetheless, and Irina froze as she began to focus on it. It was all in her head though.

Even with all of the confusion and overwhelming memories of her final moments awake, Irina took her time. She had waited until her nose had adjusted to the weird clean-vanilla-lilac smell, although it wasn't quite like that. She had also taken the time to try and listen to anything else that would've been abnormal. Finally, the girl had opened her emerald eyes, blinking several times before they adjusted to the light in the room. Being momentarily blinded, Irina had groaned in response but found herself unable to make a sound.

"[color=ed145b]Mama?[/color]"

Nothing. Instead of her light and soft voice, the girl practically croaked. Her calls for her mother came out in rough and throaty whispers as she began to mildly panic.

The real panic began ones she had tried to lift her hand to her throat and her body felt like it was a thousand pounds. Her eyes widened in fear, and almost immediately they began to tear up as she tried to move more of her limbs and stretch out. The pain was immense as her stiff joints went into motion after, what she had concluded, must have been at least a week. It was then that voices began to fill the air. Or was it the air? Irina could have easily been imagining the voices like the other times before. 

No. There were voices. Outside of her door. "[color=ed145b]He.... Hello?[/color]" Her accent stuck out like a sore thumb as she tried to regain her normal tone of voice. 

Having the incentive of other people being where she was, and maybe being able to be told where she was, Irina slowly but surely pushed her legs over the edge of the bed. With a couple more groans, Irina was finally up. 

She immediately saw herself in a mirror across the room from her. She wore the same exact clothing that she had fallen asleep in; black yoga pants and a loose black t-shirt. She was even wearing the sports bra, but what she found the most strange was that she was not wearing her running shoes. Those were at the side of the bed, neatly waiting for her to put them on. "[color=ed145b]This is not my room...[/color]" Her eyes were now wide in fear as her heart rate began to accelerate. With the newly found panic coming over her, Irina began to walk quickly towards the door and out into the hallway, her eyes scanning the surrounding area and taking in as many details as possible.

[i]'Room 3'[/i]. Mental note.

[i]'White halls'[/i]. Mental note.

Her head soon became filled with indistinct chatter as the grogginess went and away and she became more alert. "[color=ed145b]Voices our and inside of my head..[/color]" she whispered quietly as she stood in shock in the middle of the hallway. There were others for sure. She could hear them loud and clear, but her mind was too busy working up a panic attack that Irina couldn't bring herself to focus on the world around her anymore.