"Winter, you okay?" Jenna asks, looking up from her camera.
"I'm fine. Just a little tired."
She doesn't look convinced but she goes back to taking photos.
Tom continues talking about the timeline and I force myself to focus. We discuss the remaining punch list items, the final inspections, the move-in date for the first residents.
"I need to grab the updated material samples from my bag," I say, turning toward where I left it near the kitchen island.
I take two steps and bend down to reach into my bag.
Then I stand up.
Too quickly.
The room tilts violently. My vision tunnels, everything going dark at the edges. I try to steady myself but my legs give out.Then everything goes black.
I wake up to the sound of beeping...
My eyes flutter open and I'm staring at a white ceiling. Fluorescent lights. The sharp smell of antiseptic.
Hospital.
I try to sit up but my head is pounding.
"Easy," a voice says beside me.
"You're okay. Just take it slow."
I turn my head and see a woman in scrubs standing next to the bed. A nurse.
"What happened?" My voice comes out hoarse.
"You fainted at a construction site," the nurse says gently.
"Your colleagues called 911. You're at Mount Sinai."
Fainted.
I remember standing up too quickly. The room spinning. Then nothing.
"How long have I been here?"
"About an hour. The doctor will be in shortly to talk to you."
The nurse checks my vitals, adjusts something on the IV in my arm that I didn't notice until now, and then leaves the room. I lie back against the pillows and close my eyes. A few minutes later, the door opens again. A woman in a white coat enters. She's in her forties, dark hair pulled back in a bun, kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses.
"Miss Hayes, I'm Dr. Patel. How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess. A little dizzy still."
Dr. Patel pulls up a chair beside my bed and sits down.
"You gave your colleagues quite a scare. Do you remember what happened?"
"I stood up too fast and everything went black."
She nods, making a note on her tablet.