Updated in #7
Everyone has been so helpful with my query letter, I thought I would post the first 250 words of my book to see how it is looking so far. I will be happy to critique back as well.
Waking up in the hospital is never a good way to start the day, especially with no recollection of what got you there. Coming a close second was the time I woke up in my ex-girlfriend's yard after spending the night begging her to take me back, but at least this time I was startled awake by the beeping of a blood pressure monitor and not freezing cold spray from a hose to the face by Sara's father.
It took a few minutes for my brain cells to start firing, just enough time to take stock of my situation. The starched white sheets on the reclining bed felt itchy on the parts exposed by the standard issue backless gown. The IV was pumping dark fluid into my arm below a thick bandage with faint stains the same color of red. An itch brought my fingers up to another bandage on the side of my neck. I said the only thing appropriate for the situation.
“Shit.” Simple, succinct, and to the point. It covered all the bases nicely and easily summed up my feelings.
I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it when my head started swimming and a wave of nausea washed over me. There was a plastic basin sitting next to me, but my retching didn't produce anything to fill it. As I eased back down on the bed, my fingers fumbled around until they found the call button for the nurse and I pressed it. Then I waited... and waited... and waited.