Fifty Five

Raven gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove down the highway. Her hands were trembling, her vision blurring as waves of nausea crashed over her. The clock on the dashboard showed she was already twenty minutes late for her meeting with Brian and some new clients of theirs. She hadn't been feeling like herself in days; she felt weak. She didn't notice the light ahead turned red as darkness washed over her.

Her foot hit the brake too late, her car veered off the road and collided with a nearby light pole, and her head slammed into the steering wheel. The last thing she saw was the crumpled hood of her car before everything went black.

A bystander screamed for help, and two men rushed over from a parked truck. One carefully opened the door and checked her pulse.

"She's alive!" He shouted over his shoulder. "Call an ambulance!"

Raven blinked slowly as her vision began to clear. She tried to focus on her surroundings. White walls and the sterile smell of antiseptic made her r