Fake Love Trap

Synopsis

Pain. That was the first thing I registered as consciousness slowly returned to me. A dull, throbbing ache that seemed to radiate from every inch of my body. The steady beep of a heart monitor somewhere to my left provided a rhythmic backdrop to my suffering. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt impossibly heavy. The harsh fluorescent lighting filtered through my eyelashes, sending sharp needles of discomfort into my skull. Hospital. I was in a hospital. Memories flooded back in disjointed fragments. Headlights.