Eighteen

It was very bright when I opened my eyes, so bright that I had to close them right back. I could hear faint voices somewhere behind the back of my head. I opened my eyes again but this time it wasn't so bright anymore. For what seemed like forever I just kept my gaze on the ceiling. I noticed the white painting on the ceiling, the blankness and then the white walls. I felt as if my eyes started to spin and the wall was closing on me.

Where am I?

Almost immediately, the smell of antiseptics flooded my nose. It was very overwhelming.

This must be a hospital? Why am I in a hospital?

What had happened to me?

I could hear footsteps getting louder and so the voice but still I couldn't make out anything. They were talking in low whispers. The footsteps now stopped right outside my door.

"It's been two weeks will she be awake?" I could hear the worry in that familiar voice? Why is it awfully familiar.

Wait! My mother.

"Do not worry, Mrs McConnell, your daughter is safe and will be awake soo