Continuing to look around the room, she wondered about herself. She ached everywhere and the sun was starting to tear at her eyes a little.
She occasionally brought a hand to her face, hoping to recognize herself by touch. The mirror didn't help her pinpoint the person she thought she had been before.
The heart monitor tugged at her skin as she tried to settle into a comfortable position. She wasn't sure what it was doing there.
Had she nearly died?
No one had said. They all kept saying the same thing, these nurses in their loud, freakishly pleasant scrubs, "Wait for Dr. Macafee. He'll explain this. He'll help you."
The room was eerily silent and yet peaceful. It was then that she realized the sensation in her brain...
She was alone.
And now this time...she didn't even know who she was.
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