Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
Pain. My head. My chest. Dulled, but present. Squinting, I barely open my eyes, looking towards the beeping. I take notice the light pressure of the heart monitor currently clamped around my finger, as well as something smooth touching my wrist. I try to move my other hand to try to feel what it is, but discover that I can't.
Focusing more on what is happening, I fully open my eyes, having adjusted to the ever-so-slightly too bright lights. I lift my head to look down at my wrists and find them secured to the bed. I panic slightly, but retain my composure.
Ok ok, calm down, I think to myself. You probably had an accident and you're just secured so you wouldn't accidentally injure yourself.. or, less likely you might have attacked someone while under the influence of whatever drugs they may have had to use... Yeah, probably the first one.
I take a look around the room, seeing many of the things I was expecting. The heart monitor, an IV, a window, some overhead lights. The walls are painted a muted periwinkle. Besides those, the door and my bed, the room is barren. I try to look outside to get a better understanding of what hospital I might be at, but I can't seem to see outside.
"75 beats per minute," says a robotic voice.
I turn my attention to the heart monitor. Huh, I didn't know they did that, I think to myself. I know they beep, but since when do they call out the rate?
I then hear a higher pitched beep to my left, and the door swings open. In walks a rather buxom and beautiful blonde mature woman, about 5'6", wearing scrubs, and holding a clipboard. I look at her in shock, Wow, how could this figure possibly be my nurse?
She's staring at the clipboard, I guess double checking my results from any tests that they ran while I was unconscious. She finally looks up and gives me a light smile.
"Glad to see you're awake, boy," she tells me. "How do you feel?"
"Well, I'm sure there's some pain reliever in the IV, so doing alright. My chest and head still kind of hurt though. Can you tell me what happened?" I ask.
"Well,.. I'm not quite sure, you just wound up on my doorstep unconscious. No note or anything, so I thought it best to keep care of you," She says sweetly.
Something felt a little off with what she said and I look at her with a puzzled expression on my face. "Wait, what do you mean 'your' doorstep?" I look towards the window, then back at her, confused. "Am I not in the hospital?"
"If hospital means a place where you can receive medical treatment, then yes. You're in a hospital," she replies and continues smiling innocently.
I stare at her for a few seconds. I shake my head a bit. "Um well, you know what? I'm feeling much better actually, I'm ready to leave now, release the restraints," I say trying to keep my growing panic out of my voice.
"Oh dear, you can't leave. Not until you're at 100%," she tells me. "I have to make sure that you're not hurt in the least. That's my job as a health care professional," she says, her smile not looking as friendly as it did before.
"I told you, I'm better," I said. "My head doesn't hurt even a bit, and neither does my chest, so just let me up and I'll be on my way."
Ignoring me, she checks the IV bag, taps it, then puts her clipboard down on me as she pulls a capped syringe and a small glass bottle from her pocket. She smiles at me, "Time for your medicine."
Starting to internally freak out about everything, I nervously ask, "Uh.. w-what medicine?"
"Aw, is my boy afraid of needles? Not to worry, this is just going in your bag, its some essential vitamins and drugs that you need to recover, as well as a sleep aide.."