~~BELLA'S POV~~
In the hazy realm between wakefulness and dreams, I stirred, drawn back to consciousness by the persistent beeping of machines. The rhythmic sound echoed in my ears like a distant metronome, pulling me from the shadows of unconsciousness. As my senses struggled to acclimate, I became aware of a sterile scent lingering in the air, a peculiar amalgamation of antiseptic and distant murmurs.
My eyes, still heavy with the residue of slumber, fluttered open to reveal an unfamiliar scene. Stark, white walls surrounded me, casting an austere ambiance upon the room. Fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead, casting a clinical glow upon the sterile environment. I found myself lying in a hospital bed, sheets crisp and clean, wrapping around me like a cocoon of uncertainty.
