the recovery project [2]

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fiona

her head hurts.

she opens her eyes in the pitch black room, fingers clenching the bed sheets in an attempt to tell her where she is...

her heart is beating like a drum.

where is she? where is she where is she where is she?

fiona sits up and turns to rest her feet on the ground, pulling her body up with all of her effort to take a step forward. she collapses to the ground, a choked cry slipping from her throat as she lies on the cold floor, alone and confused.

someone in scrubs enters her room... a nurse? a gasp resounds from her mouth and she races towards the darker-skinned girl, arm hooking around her shoulders to hoist her upwards. "clyde, she's awake! get doctor bowers!"

another nurse enters the room to help, and fiona wants to scream or bang her fists against the ground like a toddler. "what's happening? why am i here?"

"sh," the nurse whispers, and she reminds fiona of her mom. she leans into the touch of a hand against her forehead. she just wants her mommy... she just...

she feels a prick against the inside of her elbow, and the darkness consumes her all over again.