The beeping sound of a life support machine echoed through the room. Olivia's eyes fluttered open to the sound.
The ceiling seemed blurry at first, but it slowly became clearer after several blinks. She looked around; the strong smell of antiseptics invaded her nostrils. Her brow arched when she realized that she was in a hospital bed.
Her eyes wandered down to the drip plunged into her bloodstream. The memories of what happened came crashing into her head.
She closed her eyes again. This was a sad truth that she needed to accept, but why was it so difficult to?
The sound of a snore made her look down beside her. Someone lay her head down on the edge of the bed while she sat on a chair.
Her wavy brown hair was tied into a ponytail.
"Abigail?" Her voice was barely heard. Olivia tried to reach her, but a searing pain shot through her body. Her fingers trembled before falling down to their position again.
"Abigail," she called out again, but this time louder.
