A particularly pungent waft of bleach and vinegar burned my nostrils as my eyes cracked open for the second time after being sedated. This time, instead of a stuffy container that reeked of human remains, it was a very sterile looking room with metal tables and tools ordered neatly according to their size. My eyebrows rose as I looked around and noticed the drip I was hooked up to, as well as the professionally bandaged shoulder peeking out over the bed covers.
I sat up slowly, feeling considerably less in pain and less disgusting, probably due to the fact that I'd been bathed and smelled like some bizarre jasmine-cognac combination like the ones found in Bath and Body Works. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was confusing to my senses, especially with that jarring chemical scent in the background.
