(Warning: First paragraph is kinda spooky and not sexy at all. The horror-genre lover came out in me a little. xD)<br/><br/>I heard lots of noises and voices all somehow trapped within my mind, blending together so that I couldn't understand them. Was I dreaming? I couldn't focus on any one thing for very long. The sentences started and stopped in such a way that it was impossible to gather any context or make any sense of them. but sometimes I heard a singular word, like "No," "unfortunate," or "hope.". It was like I was in a busy cafeteria with everyone talking over each other. But I heard something familiar. It sounded like me, but I couldn't tell what I was saying. My speech started out quiet behind the roar of the crowd, but soon it rose to be the loudest thing in the room... the loudest thing in my head. I had no idea what I was saying. It was nothing but gibberish as far as I could tell. Everything I could see was black, save for quick flashes of imagery, which revealed tangled vines alternating in motion, and people who looked vaguely like surgeons, bathed in a low light. The loudest voice of all suddenly boomed in my head and echoed on for an eternity before I gasped opened my eyes. Light flooded my vision, rousing my senses and waking me from the nightmare. "Hello?" The voice had said, crystal clear.<br/><br/>I sat up with much effort. My stomach, back, and legs were sore, but my breasts and lower parts... all of those things were tingling... and also kind of sore. "So I guess it was real..." I winced. "I really did get... Harvested." I shook my head, not wanting to think about it. I was in some kind of hospital bed. I was breathing deeply, and I felt cold. I touched my hand to my forehead and realized I was sweating quite a bit... at least, I hoped it was sweat. "No, it has to be sweat. What else would it be?" I rid myself of the silly thought. It sounded like somebody said "Hello?" But was that in real life, or was that in my dream? I carefully pulled my curtain aside to peek out, and the little metal rings at the top sang as they were slid along the metal pole they were hooked to. One of the Nurses looked at me, smiled when they saw I was okay and then nodded awkwardly before walking somewhere out of sight. I understood why she did it. I knew all of the Nurses at least a little, and I recognized each of them. It probably would've been uncomfortable for both of us if she accidentally tried to strike up some sort of "Well, now I guess you get to see what it's like to be a patient here instead of a nurse," AKA: "you finally got raped" conversation.<br/><br/>I looked at the bed next to mine, but the curtain was closed up. I didn't want to bother a resting patient, and the staff seemed to have everything under control, so I simply left my curtain part-way open and laid back on my bed, for now.