NESSA ~
Shivers wracked my body, violent tremors I couldn't control. My skin was slick with so much sweat the hospital gown clung to me like a second skin, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to my overheated flesh.
Everything felt wrong.
Too hot and too cold simultaneously. My stomach burned .
"Open your eyes for me, Nessa!" Dr. Reeves' voice cut through the fog consuming my consciousness. She sounded agitated—panicked, even but the words reached me as if from underwater, Like she was shouting at me from the other end of a very long tunnel.
I tried to respond, tried to tell her I couldn't, but my mouth wouldn't form words.
A lot of people were moving around me. I could sense them more than see them.
A bright light suddenly pierced through my closed eyelids, forcing me to squeeze them tighter against the intrusion.
"Pupils dilated and unresponsive," someone said clinically. A male voice I didn't recognize. "BP is dropping fast. 90 over 60 and falling."
