Checking out

I stared up at the ceiling at the white fluorescent light, unable to move. In my insane fog I thought I was in a mental hospital. At first I thought I was in a straitjacket, but it turned out to be the covers of the two beds I had fallen between. With dry vomit around my mouth, I even wondered if my stomach had been pumped. When I eventually managed to move, I realized I was still in the hotel I had checked into the previous night.