The heart monitor beeped continuously, tracking a now steady heart. That repetitive sound invaded your ears, the first thing you noticed upon waking up. It was like a mechanical reminder of your fragile state.

Opening your eyes, you were met with a white tiled ceiling, spotted with bright lights that shined down on you. It was a sad, bland room to be in. Thankfully, the sun was setting from your windows, flooding bright, warm orange light that bathed your blankets and walls, like a natural comfort from the sterile hospital room.

You attempted to pull your head up, but a few taut wires attached to your wrist and nose tugged on your skin, keeping you planted onto the bed.

The past was all a blur, but as you lay there, fractals of what had landed you here began to resurface.