The wall was white, too white. White that felt unsettling, unnatural, stripped from color. You roll your head, groaning in pain, your eyes slowly traveling across the room and observing it. White walls, white tiles, limited windows, blinding lights, machinery here and there. Where am I? You look at the straps binding you to the bed. Who am I? “You’re awake.” You hear a voice, making you turn your head in instinct.