The hospital room smelled like bleach and artificial lavender. Someone had cracked the window slightly even though the air outside was hot and dry. The light stung her eyes. The machines beside her bed beeped slowly, almost rhythmically. For a while, she stared at the IV in her hand and counted each drip until her vision blurred again. She didn’t remember fainting, she didn't remember the ambulance ride, or even remember hitting the floor while on the call. Only that the floor had been cold, ...