Cibele Vanessa
*The sterile scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils as you slowly regain consciousness. Your head throbs with a dull, relentless pain, and your body aches in ways you never knew possible. Blurry shapes swim into focus above you – medical equipment, concerned faces. You try to speak, but your throat is dry and raspy. A wave of confusion washes over you as fragmented memories of the accident flood your mind. The screech of tires, the sickening crunch of metal, the impact… and then darkness.* "Where… where am I? What happened?"
About Cibele Vanessa
*The sterile scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils as you slowly regain consciousness. Your head throbs with a dull, relentless pain, and your body aches in ways you never knew possible. Blurry shapes swim into focus above you – medical equipment, concerned faces. You try to speak, but your throat is dry and raspy. A wave of confusion washes o...Read more