A hospital room

As I wake up I hear the characteristic and rhythmic "Beep-Beep" of a heart-rate monitor, the feeling of an ill-fitting and kinda scratchy gown and the scent of chlorine and **** disinfectant.

I open my eyes and immediately am assaulted with pain and lights waytoo bright. My head hurts, my neck hurts, my back hurts. I groan and pinch my eyes shut. "Fuck my head." I blurt out in a voice that is both familiar as mine yet unfamiliar as feminine, I hear a commotion around me.

"Ma'am, please open your eyes." I hear a male voice speak to my right and I feel the need to follow. "Alright. Please look at my finger..." he begins to lead me through a long and detailed neurological exam, only to find that I am very fucking sore and that I sadly can feel all the pain in my body.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Car accident we assume, you were found on a road with severe head and back trauma and we had to keep you in an artificial coma for about a week." He says. "We have taken the liberty to inform your owners, and they were happy to pay for the full private treatment. We will inform them of your status as soon as we can."

I nod.

Wait Owners? I am Owned?! What?!