>>20433347There is beeping, and the sound and rattle of carts being pushed down a hallway. The tone of a receptionist's phone ringing, far in the distance. A sterile smell.
This is a hospital.
She's in a hospital.
Andreya Clark had visited the hospital where her father worked many times. Perhaps not this room. But she knew immediately where she was.
She had no idea how she'd gotten here. She had a vague memory, something from a nearly forgotten dream, of climbing to one of her favorite rooftops. There had been an exposed cable swinging in the breeze nearby; she wondered if it was anything to be worried about. Then, nothing. Even that scarcely seemed real.
Now she's in a hospital bed. There is a thick fog over her head; she feels like she's slept for an eternity and could sleep for two more. Her limbs are still attached; one arm has an IV drip in. She's in a hospital gown.
