"Are you awake?"
A voice called out, waking me up from my unconscious state. I fluttered my eyes open slowly, taking in the view before me. The first thing that greeted my eyes was the same soft gold-colored ceiling that I was used to seeing. I was back in my room, for sure.
A groan escaped my lips as I tried to sit up. My head was pounding and throbbing so violently that I had to squeeze my eyes shut to will the pain away. It was as if someone had taken a hammer to my skull, ceaselessly banging on my head. I raised my hand to my head to realize that there was a big bump on the side of my head.
"Bob said you bumped your head on a table when you collapsed, harshly," I glanced at the voice and recognized the owner of the helping voice, "Does it still hurt?"
"A little," I smiled, "Why are you here, Lisa?"
"What do you mean why?" She huffed. "Of course it's because I am worried about you!" she muttered indignantly.
"How long have I been out?"
