When I woke up, I found myself lying on a hospital bed. I was still inside the hospital, and despite the pain, I was relieved to be alive.
I couldn't understand why they hadn't killed me, but I was grateful nonetheless. My body felt as if a truck had run over it, as if I'd undergone a grueling surgery that lasted for hours.
Why does my vagina hurt so much? Why is my stomach in so much pain? I wondered, trying to reach down to feel my lower abdomen. A sharp pain shot through me, and I quickly withdrew my hand, screaming. A nurse rushed into the room.
"You're finally awake?" she said with a smile.
I didn't smile back; I was in too much pain.
"What happened to me? Why does it hurt so much down there?" I asked, attempting to lift my head to look but failing.
She smiled again and explained that I had fallen on my stomach when I fainted at the hospital entrance, which caused the pain and some stitches.
