Slow, steady beeping filled my ears — and yet the throb within my head was trying to dull all of my senses.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was once again within the hospital, and that was the last place I wanted to be.

The steady beeping came from a machine that was dripping fluids into my arm — not a comforting sight. I hated being bedridden and invalid like this and feeling like I wasn’t capable of taking care of myself.

“She’s resting ...