Your eyes snapped open, your head is still foggy as you try to adjust your eyes to the lighting.

"Oh.. you're awake?" said a figure in front of you, "I for sure thought the anesthetic would have worked longer."

You couldn't move your body but your mind was wide awake. You remember having a meeting with your psychiatrist and then he offered you a drink. That's when you passed out. You felt his finger trail up your face.

"Don't fret, everything will be fine," his raspy voice trails off.