91_You’re Cruel

Eloise

The beeping from the IV machine was soft, rhythmic, and slightly annoying. But it was the only sound I could focus on. Not the birds chirping outside the window. Or the muted buzz of hospital chatter in the hallway. Just the IV. Just that tiny, robotic reminder that I was still tethered to something. Healing, apparently. But it didn’t feel like healing. Not really.

My back was propped against two stiff pillows, hospital gown itching my collarbone, and a dull ache ...