fifty seven

Vanessa’s POV

As I slowly opened my eyes, the sterile scent of the hospital filled my senses. The bright fluorescent lights above cast an eerie glow on the plain white walls. Confusion washed over me as I tried to piece together what had happened. How did I end up here?

My heart raced in my chest, and a surge of panic coursed through my veins. The beeping of the machines beside my bed only intensified my anxiety. I frantically looked around, searching for answers. The sight of the IV drip attached to my arm and the hospital gown I wore only deepened my bewilderment.

I couldn't help but wonder what happened to me, the last thing I remember was running away from Drake and throwing up. So how did I end up here? Questions flooded my mind, each one more urgent than the last. The memories leading up to this moment were a blur, like fragments of a shattered mirror. I desperately tried to recall the events that led me here, but my mind drew a blank.