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Andricia

Stiff but not dead. I groan as I try to move and my heavy body protests. Saline and copper invade my senses and it is an effort not to gag which in turn is agonizing. I wiggle my fingers and feel the thin scratchy sheet lying over me. Trying to peek my eyes open I hiss and slam them shut from the blinding fluorescents. I try again only this time the lights are dimmed. It takes a moment but my eyes adjust and the glowing chandelier and gold ceiling greet me so not fluorescents just extremely sensitive I suppose. The beeping of the monitor draws my attention to my left. Loads of tubes are coming out of a machine and IV bags into my arm. My skin is porcelain, so pale I could be mistaken as fine china. Too pale. I can see the double doors with golden handles and dark cherry oak that has intricate carvings deep in the wood across from me.

I can't even admire the details as my mind races with the need to get out of here. My senses are telling me I’m safe