VALERIE
I heard the muffled words of people whispering, somewhere far and distant, and then a constant beeping. No matter how hard I wanted to open my eyelids, I could not.
“She’s still non-responsive,” someone said.
Another commented, but I could not very well understand.
And then sleep claimed me again.
The next time I slowly regained consciousness when the sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nasal senses and I summoned the strength to flutter my eyes open. Immediately, the harsh white lights above me flickered, casting an eerie glow over the pristine hospital room.
I tried to move my limbs, but a sharp pain shot through my body like electricity and made me gasp.
Wincing, I squirmed a little and closed my eyes. And it was when the memory of the accident flooded into my mind.
