I woke up this morning with my arms strapped down to my bed.
Well, not my bed, but a bed.
In a bare, dark room with off-white walls and not much else. I don't remember falling asleep here.
I don't remember much of anything from last night.
I know what you're thinking.
But this isn't some kinky, Fifty Shades shit,
so don't get too excited.
From what I can make of it, I'm in a hospital.
I've woken up in hospitals before
but every other time I vaguely remember going to sleep,
and my mom was always here next to me holding my hand when I opened my eyes,
and I sure as hell was never restrained like a psychopath like I am now.
but my mom isn't here and I'm alone.
All I know is my head is pounding harder than my heart is beating, and my vision isn't 20/20 like it usually is.
There's an IV in the center of my arm.
And my blood is trailing slowly through the little plastic tube.
There's something in my nose and I feel it in my throat but I have no idea what the fuck it's doing.
I assume it's in there for a good reason,
but I don't care. I don't want it there.
I reach up to rip it out, not thinking about the consequences.
But then I remember I can't move my fucking arms.
A severe panic rushes over me
and I start screaming and thrashing around, as best I can with the upper half of my body restrained.
I kicked over the IV bag and I see my blood start pouring out of my arm as a nurse runs in.
She's yelling for a doctor but no one's fast enough.
I think I know why they strapped me down.
It happened again.
where the hell is my mom?