Lifeline

Silence. Too silent, she thought. But she could hear a faint rhythmic beeping sound. Was that the sound of her heart beating? Beep beep beep beep beep.

Maybe it meant she was still alive. Or maybe not. She wasn't sure. But it felt cold. Why was the room so cold?

She focused her hearing and maybe it was the purring sound of an air conditioning unit.

Flashes of images appeared in her mind but she couldn't sort them out.

She tried to open her eyes but they felt heavy. As though something was pressing them shut, preventing them to open.

She kept trying because she had to. She can't be lying down forever but her muscles just wouldn't move. She didn't understand why. It felt like there was something on her but she must keep trying. She must.

When she finally managed to, she looked around slowly. She didn't really recognize the room. She couldn't remember but she couldn't really see either. It was too dark. Or was it?

She tried to move her hands but noticed her left hand was attached with a wire, to a device. And suddenly, it all came back to her. Her lifeline.

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