There is a constant beeping sound in the room, but I can't open my eyes to see where it's coming from. My body feels heavy and immobile, and I am hit with the strong smell of disinfectant.
My head is foggy, and the only thing I can vaguely recall is being struck in the chest by something.
My confusion only grows as I become aware of the soft material under my fingers - not the harsh stone of the game, but a smooth, threadbare bedsheet. The scent of antiseptic and the hum of machines are real...too real.
My body convulses as I struggle to open my eyes, the weight of exhaustion and confusion dragging me down. With a burst of willpower, my eyelids flutter open and I slowly let them adjust to the blinding white lights of the hospital room.