De ja vu

Jonathan's POV

When I wake up, I'm strapped down on a hospital bed, the room spinning. An I.V is in my arm, pumping me with liquids-or drugs.

I'm alone, feeling sicker and sicker the more I move my head around.

At one point, movement catches my eye, and a figure stands at the edge of my bed, reaching out for me.

"Who are you?" I say out loud.

I sound drunk when I speak.

"You're safe." The voice says, turning around and walking out of the door. My head leans back, and I fight off the nausea. I need water, I need these restraints off, I nedd something.

I pull my arms, and legs, feeling the leather bite into my skin, and my stomach rolls. I lurch upward as I try to expel the contents of my stomach.

There's nothing, so I make loud dry heaving noises, spit landing on my blankets.

The door opens, and someone walks in, making a disgusted sound.

I know that voice, though I hadn't heard it in a while; she steps closer into the light, confirming my train