All that I could hear for the longest time was this annoying beeping noise. I knew it was a heart monitor. For what else could it be. I remember coughing up blood. Esmee shouting my name. I woke up for only a moment before they put me under with an anesthetic. The injury from being hit by a car must of worsened overtime. To the point surgery was required. I ain't complaining. At least I am still alive. Despite my life was in the hands of the enemy.

The anesthetic was still keeping me under. Though it is starting to wear off. How I know this is for one I can hear. Two I start smelling things again. And three my arms and legs feel drafty. I hope I am not in any type of hospital gown. Those things can be embarrassing. Especially the bask side.

Eventually I was able to force open my eyes. At first everything was bright for I was laying directly underneath a light. The walls didn't help. They were white, reflecting the light. Everything within this building... if I am in the same building... had been nothing but white walls. Bright lights. And had this eerie clean look as if they purposely scrub the rooms with 100 proof bleach cleaners.

As I glanced around I notice someone familiar laying on a cot next to mine. At first I couldn't make out the figure for my eyes were still adjusting. Then her image became clear. Esmee was here as well. From what I could tell she was asleep. Don't tell me they had pricked her neck again... that stuff doesn't do her justice when she wakes up from it. I wanted to say something to her to see if she would respond. But when I did I bit down on something hard. It tasted like hard plastic. How did I not notice this till now. I went to reach for put I wasn't able to move my arms. 

I glanced down as far as I could to see why. My wrists were strapped down. And so were my ankles. The thing in my mouth appeared to be a breathing tube. I rolled my eyes then laid my head back. I stared up at the ceiling, not the light, the ceiling next to it. Now that I was awake I wanted to get up and move around. I hate being forced in staying put... it gets boring after a short while.