The sterile scent of antiseptic filled Tessy's nostrils as her eyelids fluttered open slowly. The harsh white ceiling above her was blurry at first, spinning slightly before settling into focus. She didn't move immediately. Her limbs felt like dead weight.
Only her eyes dared to shift, roaming cautiously around the room. Machines beeped faintly in the background, an IV bag hung beside her with its long plastic tubing snaking down into her arm. Her mind fought to piece the fragments together. One after another, the memories stormed her consciousness.
But one memory slammed into her chest with brutal force: the bleeding.
