The morning light was soft and golden, it was a welcome relief from the fuorescent glare of the hospital room. I woke with a jolt, not from fear, but from the overwhelming need to get back to work now that I was fully awake.
The fever was gone, the haze that had clouded my mind for hours had finally lifted, leaving me with a cold and sharp focus that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The world was no longer a blurry, chaotic mess of light and shadow.
The constant, monotonous beeping of the vital signs monitor was no longer a disorienting presence. I almost didn't notice it now, it didn't bother like it had done yesterday. I had better things to worry about, better things to take note of.
