He awoke to the sound of wheels turning. A worker pushed a trolley past him just as he opened his eyes.
Blinking, Xiajun sat up and looked around. He couldn't tell if it was day or night, only that the bright fluorescent lights he remembered seeing just before he fell asleep did not seem as bright anymore.
He stood up and stretched, wondering where he was. Then it hit him, the events of last night, and he let his arms fall back against his sides. He turned and looked at the emergency room. The door was still tightly shut, and no one went in and out around this time.
