Awake 2

Tired.

I woke up tired and hungry, too hungry.

I sat up slowly, the pungent smell of the hospital filling my nostrils. It was not the most pleasant scent, but it was familiar by now. I tried to ignore it as I take in my surroundings.

Outside my ward, I can hear the indistinct chatter and laughter of people passing by. Maybe they're talking in the hallway, or maybe they're out in the tiny playground for sick kids. Either way, their voices blend together into a comforting background noise.

In the distance, I could hear the cries and wails of other patients. Probably form the other wards, It was a sad sound, but it was also a glaring reminder that I wasn't not alone in thag place. We were all there together, fighting our own battles.

And then there was the sound of my own heartbeat, softly thumping in my chest. It's a steady rhythm, I was still alive, still there.

I took a deep breath, trying to push aside the discomfort of the hospital smell and the noise of the outside world. I focuse