HEINA

My eyes fluttered open, a groan rumbling from my dry, parched throat.

I rose myself to a sitting position to take in my environment. Everywhere was blurry. I couldn't see clearly. I wasn't wearing my glasses, I remembered, automatically reaching for a bedside drawer that wasn't there.

Panic set in. I was fifty percent blind, I couldn't do without my glasses. I felt around the bed I was on. Strangely, it didn't feel like mine.

The throbbing came on, slow and painful. Both sides of my ...