I felt the drowsiness return seconds after I opened my eyes. Damn drugs. My limbs felt heavy, and I knew I only had a few moments left of consciousness. I tried to observe my surroundings before my eyelids shut and I lost consciousness once again. I scanned around. As far as I could tell, I was in a small, windowless, white room. I couldn’t see any doors, and the only distinct object in the room was a set of bars that were attached to the wall. I didn’t see the purpose in them, because they looked just like those bars you see in a dance studio. I decided not to focus on them. I tried to listen for any evidence as to where I was, or if anyone was around me, but I couldn’t hear anything. Either the drugs didn’t allow me to hear, or the walls were simply soundproof. I attempted to move my arm, but it felt too heavy, and my muscles burned in pain. I wanted to scream, but my throat felt hoarse. I tried something simpler, like moving my fingers, but I couldn’t even do that. The same pain came. I tried to turn my head to see anything else, but I slowly started feeling my eyelids get heavier by the second, and soon enough, I returned to my unconscious state.
When I awoke again, I was in a different room. It was still white, but I could hear my surroundings. I was lying on my back, so all I could see was the white ceiling. I wanted to get a better look, so I tried to move my head. To my surprise, I could actually move. I looked to my right, and saw machines with long, colorful wires streaming out of it. At the ends of the wires were little metal hooks. I tried not to imagine what those were used for, but I had a pretty good idea. I turned my head to my left to see a larger machine with several different scans on it. I couldn’t actually tell what they said, so I tried focusing on moving. I tried to prop myself up with my elbows, but my hands were bound with this strong straps to what looked like an operating table.