Jolting up right, my head spun and my surroundings were different, it felt like waking up from a dream that I couldn't remember. What I did notice was the chains on my wrist and ankles.
Taking deep ragged breaths, I took in my surroundings. Paul was at my side looking at me stunned, with red rime blood shot eyes from lack of sleep. I was at the pack doctors hospital, I could tell by the sterile smell and white walls. Looking down at myself they had strapped me to the hospital bed and I wore nothing but a pair of old ripped shorts.
Looking up at Paul I pouted for a second, then gave him a serious glare. Was he crying?
"Mind telling me why I'm strapped?" My voice was horse. My throat felt dry with just those little words.
