Candace
Everything was white. There was a pungent smell of antiseptic in the air. My eyelids felt too heavy as I tried lifting them up.
"...showing signs of delusion and self harm…"
My brows furrowed as I tried to place that voice. It sounded so far away. Where was I?
After what felt like forever, my eyelids fluttered open. The light above me was too bright. I wanted to shield my face from it but my hands wouldn't move.
I blinked rapidly and the white ceiling swam into view. White spots drifted across my vision like ash. I tried to lift my arm and the clanking of metal reached my ears.
My head dipped further into the pillow to see cold iron was cuffed around my wrists and bolted to the frame of the bed under me.
What on earth?!
What was going on?
My hands were wrapped in thick bandages. Searing hot pain drifted across my back. I couldn't lie against the mattress properly and had to angle myself slightly off it.
