When I woke up I felt as sick as a dog. I was still in hospital but this was a private room, pristine white and void of any windows. A solo door was on the left-hand side, a glass pane at the top with a slatted blind to cover it from the outside. I tried to sit up and could again feel thick restraints on my limbs and upper body.
The blind outside moved followed by the door clicking, a buzzer sounded and he door opened. It was doctor Watkiss.
"Melanie. I'm so glad that you are fina...