Isabella stirred on the bed. She felt a shock wave go through her as her soul came back to her body. She tried to turn, forgetting her former experience when she attempted that, and once again, she fell back on the bed, held back by an invisible force that would not let go of her.
Her pupils began to dilate until her eyes were no longer blurry. She looked to her side and found Claire sound asleep in the next bed. Even though she knew it was a drug-induced sleep, she thought she looked peaceful in that position.
As her eyes continued to adjust to the light in the room, she saw a string of connective tubes overhead her. They connected back to her wrist. There were about four of them each of them filled with fluids that were flowing into her body.
