The familiar beeping sound and smell of antiseptic made her head spin. She tried to open her eyes, but even just looking around was painful. Her body felt tired and sore. She took a breath and forced her eyes open. It was a hospital, but not her hospital. Her hand found the call button without needing to look for it. A woman in light blue appeared within a minute or so. “You’re awake.” “I seem to be,” Dahlia said. “Where am I?” “Palmerston General,” the woman answered. “I’m going to get your attending.” She watched the woman turn before forcing herself up. The room wavered a bit, but she stayed upright. She pulled the chart off the end of the bed: Jane Doe DOB: Between 18-25 Patient presents with a fever of forty-one degrees, fever related unconsciousness, and various bruising on the extremities. No other signs of illness. Physical Examination Height: 174cm Weight: 59kg Dahlia paused, she had lost weight, a lot of weight, just in the last couple days. She had no way of telling if that was a symptom or just all the walking.
