I could make out the sounds of the hospital.
I could feel something plugged into my arm and something was flowing through my bloodstream.
Then I fell asleep again.
The next time I woke up, I opened my eyes and at first, all I could see was a white, sharp, bright light, but after a few minutes, my eyes got used to it and I could now make out the ceiling.
I shifted my gaze downward and saw the IV tube connected to my left hand, delivering a steady drip of medication into my bloodstream.
I could feel myself falling asleep again, drained of energy, with just a couple of movements. But I heard some nurses running around me and saying something about my consciousness returning.
The next time I woke up, there was a phisician in the hospital room. He asked all sorts of questions, trying to gauge my condition.
I was already feeling much better.
Almost perfectly fine, in fact.
