Tatiana Gutierrez

Gasping for breath, consciousness arrives. The buzzing, bright light above you makes your head start aching in moments.

"Take it easy. Don't stress yourself. We don't want to make your condition worse, do we?" calls a feminine voice, flat and even. The words are caring, but the tone is completely cold. Her head comes into view, looming over you and blocking the light. An attractive, if plain, face, framed by bangs and a nurse's bonnet. She adjusts her eyeglasses and stares into your eyes, unblinking. "You should try to rest and relax. You've been through a lot already."

The rest of the room comes into perspective. Stained and dark, all of the edges look wrong, somehow. The nurse sits next to your dirty bed. Her uniform is clean and trim, completely at odds with the eerie atmosphere of the chamber. Her nametag reads "Tatiana".