(Arata)
Heaviness clouded my mind and eyes. My eyelids seemed to have been made of lead. With difficulty, I opened them slowly, and the bright light of the room almost hurt my eyes.
Where was I?
"Hey! You are awake. How are you feeling?" A sweet female voice welcomed me and my eyes focused on the nurse in her navy blue scrubs.
I was in a hospital, not anymore in that fucking elevator. The smell of phenyl and disinfectants was heavy in the air.
She held a warm smile which widened at my answer.
"Drugged, did you guys fill my head with iron bearings?"
"No, ma'am, just some antibiotics and relaxation meds," she replied kindly.
I glanced around and found myself hooked on an IV. My hands had been bandaged.
"There is someone here to see you. I will send them in." Picking up the steel tray, she retreated, and my thoughts wandered back to that elevator.
That man, who was he?
Did Karsten find and rescue me?
