Fluorescent lights shine bright above my head. Grogginess blankets me and my eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred pounds. The IV lodged in my left hand halts my movements. An excruciating sensation runs through my body. “Honey, don’t move.” I know that voice. “Do you know where you’re at?” I turn my head toward the sound and force open my eyes. A chair sits beside the bed. Her hair’s an unwashed mess, sticking up in spots. Clear relief shines in the softness of her eyes.
