Her consciousness stirred. She was lying somewhere soft and warm. The sound of air being pushed into the room and the faint buzz of an overhead light played in her ears. She took a breath, wincing from the pain it drew from her body.
Ashleigh opened her eyes. She was in a small room she didn’t recognize. The ceiling was white, the walls a sort of salmon beige color. She lifted her head just enough to look around. One small window with sheer rust-colored curtains let the sunlight into the room.
A counter and sink with a cabinet above was on one side of the window. On the counter, Ashleigh could see basic medical supplies like bandages, gauze, and cotton balls. On the other side of the window was a tall, simple dresser. It was dark wood, with two doors that opened out. Just past the dresser was the door she assumed led out of the room.
