At Meta Doctors Hospital
Time had passed, and with each ticking hour, Carla's recovery in Meta Doctors Hospital grew more evident. Her condition had stabilized.
At Carla's room, the lights were too bright at first. She blinked slowly, her vision adjusting to the sterile white ceiling above her. Her limbs felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive.
She tried to sit up but immediately winced. Pain bloomed in her side, and a nurse rushed over.
"Easy, Miss Carla. You're awake. That's good," the nurse said gently, helping her adjust into a sitting position with the bed controls. "You've been unconscious for days."
Carla licked her dry lips. Her throat felt raw when she finally spoke. "Where... am I?"
"You're at Meta Doctors Hospital. You've been under constant care. You're safe now." Carla's brows furrowed. The words sounded familiar, but they didn't bring comfort. In fact, nothing did. The name, the location, even her own name, it all felt like it belonged to someone else.
