Madison's arm hurt, unpleasant ringing drilled through her ears into her head. The hospital floor felt cold and sticky under her. Strange sounds came from all around her, but she heard it as if through water. She moaned and tried to move to get her arm that was twisted under her into a more comfortable position. It didn't feel broken or sprained, just awkward. Her body wouldn't move.
Dazed she looked around. Interns lay as if scattered on the broken floor tiles. Red smears and puddles stained the tiles and wall everywhere she could see.
She had to blink several times before she could focus. The once pristine white wall opposite her had strange red patterns on them and it took a while for her to realize the wall hadn't magically changed to red. It dripped with blood. Like a macabre painting done in red on white. Now I'm going to have to paint it again, she thought dazedly.