Chapter 54

I woke up to a bright light in my eyes.

Squinting, I pulled away from the light, pressing my head further back into the pillow.

"Good morning," a voice said softly.

I opened my eyes back up to see Dr. Witt's face hovering above me as she put her flashlight into the pocket of her scrubs.

Sitting up, I immediately felt a wave of nausea wash over me before a hand against my shoulder pressed me back down onto the bed.

"Take it easy," she said.

"You're going to give yourself a headache.

I already had one. It felt like it was splitting my skull in half.

"Can you remember anything?" She asked.

I nodded slowly as the recollection began, playing in my mind like a movie reel. I could remember what had happened, just not why it had happened.

Gulping, I winced as the saliva slid down my throat; burning the whole way as if I'd taken a shot of hard liquor.

"You likely have minor tracheal trauma," she told me, noticing the pain that registered in my expression.

"It doesn't look like you have a concu