Rhett
I sighed as my eyes fluttered around the room.
Without being told, I knew I was back in the hospital again, and whatever medical setup they'd arranged this time, it was thrice worse and more restrictive than the one back in my house at Ravenshore.
"These people," I rolled my eyes, "Why are they always so dramatic?"
But then I noticed something had changed.
For the first time since I started having one crisis or another due to my bad heart, I felt stronger. Usually, every crisis would leave me more drained and depleted than the last.
I felt more energetic.
For the first time in years, I felt alive.
I glanced around the room, and strangely, no one was here. I managed to sit up, running my hands along the side of the bed, trying not to push too much so none of the attachments on my body would slip out of place.
Where the hell was the call button? Just as I contemplated whether to try yelling for help, I heard footsteps outside my door.
