She opens her eyes and blinks. In front of her is a white wall with a graffiti photograph of what looks like a sunrise, although she can’t make it out for certain. Her vision is still slightly hazy. As she tries to raise her hand to wipe the sleep and hair from her eyes, she realizes she can’t move her arm. She is confused, she has no idea of how she got here and what happened to her. Then She blinks back at thunderstorms swarming in her mind, the disjointed haze receding to the point where she can’t make sense of the world around her.
Though the edges of her vision are flickering and dancing, the center coalesces into a photograph on the wall. The images seem to run like fresh paint. The initial whirlwind of confusion subsides quite quickly, but the grogginess remains for sometime after, and her senses are thrown out-of-whack. It is at this point that her brain tries to reset and she experiences a sense of spinning, as if her brain is on a tilt-a-whirl amusement ride, the voices or sounds around her are on a fast loop, and She is trying to get them to slow down. At this point, she is thinking “Shut up!” to people around her trying to coach her to consciousness. While her brain is spinning She is thinking “Where am I?” She has no sense of time or place until she is finally alert. She tries to remember what was the last thing she was doing. It takes a few seconds to reconstruct the past to the present; then she remembers the moments before everything turned dark and blackness overtakes her. Then she realizes the people standing over her are trying to help her wake up.
Finally, when She is able to retrace her steps and remember that She is in a hospital room getting blood taken and these are the phlebotomists, She realizes that She must have passed out and feels super embarrassed. Her vision returns to normal just as her hearing did.
Then she remembers; There was a guy when she passed out, he was holding her by his arms. Images of this guy start flashing in her mind. He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerizing deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression.
But where was he? She could not see him among the people surrounding her. At this point she doesn’t care that she wanted to die so bad, she wants to see this guy and say thank you. He saved her life, and that was all that mattered to her. Even though she has a pounding headache, she manages to ask the doctor “Who brought me here ?! Where is he? Did he give an address? I need to say thank you !”
The doctor tells her to first relax then everything would be explained to her. She needed to be calm for the medicine that had been administered to her to work. Even though it’s reluctantly, she calms down. The doctor proceeds to tell her that she’ll have to stay in the hospital for some more days for observation as the water has damaged her lungs. Once she hears this she is heartbroken…She wants to leave this bed as soon as possible. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks and her throat swells in pain. The doctor calms her down and assures her that she will be okay and if she cooperates then she’ll recover fast.
She later falls fast asleep. As she wakes up she realizes that there’s some change in her hospital room. She could smell this masculine, outrageously expensive cologne that was familiar to her but for some reason, she could not figure out from where she had first smelled it. This made her realize that someone was gently napping on one of the coaches in her hospital room. Who was he ?? Could this be the guy who saved her ??
SYLVIAH'S HAVEN 💯 