Something novel

It was a dark windy night. Though she could not see outside because there were no windows, she could hear a light whistling sound that seemed to be radiating from above the facility. Her eyes painfully drifted to the clock at the wall; it was 8 pm.

As her fingers slowly moved, she gripped the sheet of the bed into a fist, trying to gain enough strength to stand up. She felt that if she made any sudden movements, she would instantly throw up. The nausea was building up every second; an uncomfortable feeling in her epigastric region.

After raising her head slightly, she noticed her surroundings. She was in a room. It was moderate sized with black white and grey toned walls. A study desk laid at the front corner to the right; the same wall bore a door and beside the bed were 2 side tables. A closet could be seen beside the free end of the side table.

Gaining quite a bit of her senses, she raises into a sitting position, trying to recall the last thing she remembered