Tessa.
Hospital discharge was a blur,so fragmented it barely felt real. Clipboards thrust toward me, pages needing signatures, nurses moving around with swift efficiency. One tugged at a wire against my skin, another removed a monitor beeping too close to my ear. A third asked if I understood the instructions.
I nodded, even though the words slid through my head like water through a sieve.
Everything was happening too fast.
My fingers were still trembling when they placed the last form in front of me. I scribbled my name, not trusting my voice, or my brain to do more. And then suddenly, I wasn't in the bed anymore. I was being guided down a hallway, my steps small and uneven, the world around me spinning like someone had twisted the camera lens out of focus.
The corridor buzzed with activity, shoes squeaking against polished tile, overhead lights humming, distant pages being called out through unseen speakers. Every sound felt like it was pressing against my skull.
