The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

When I opened my eyes, it was to an unfamiliar ceiling.

“......”

Once upon a time, I used to want to say that line.

But going through it again... it was fucking awful.

I blinked my heavy eyelids a few times and pushed myself up.

The fluorescent lights were off, but light trickling in through the window kept the room from being completely dark.

Only then did the smell of antiseptic hit me, and I noticed the IV line dangling from my arm—realized this was a hospital room.

First thing I did was look for my phone to check if anything °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° serious had happened while I was out.

“...Ugh.”

It was neatly placed next to a new bottle of water on the small bedside table.

Just then, bzzz—my phone vibrated.

The screen lit up with a bunch of missed calls and worried messages.