As the imposter reaches my bedside, I spring into action. Ignoring the searing pain in my ribs, I lunge forward, grabbing her wrist. She lets out a startled gasp, clearly not expecting me to be awake.
"Who are you?" I demand, tightening my grip.
Instead of answering, she twists her arm, breaking free from my grasp. In the dim light, I catch a glimpse of her face - young, determined, and definitely not a nurse.
She reaches into her pocket, and I react instinctively. I swing my legs off the bed, ignoring the protest of my battered body, and tackle her midsection. We both crash to the floor, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through my body.
We grapple on the ground, neither of us willing to give in. She's strong and clearly trained, but I have desperation on my side. I manage to pin her arm behind her back, but she drives her elbow into my injured ribs. The pain is blinding, forcing me to loosen my grip.
