Heart problems … pushed herself too much … barely survived … needs to stay …”
“Looks awful … hope she gets better … Ashley, can you hear me? … Ashley …”
The voices I heard sounded fuzzy and indistinct. I couldn’t even tell what gender they belonged to. It was like trying to listen to a song on a really old, broken radio that hadn’t been repaired in forever. All I could think was how I wanted them to shut up and let me sleep.
But now that I was awake, I gradually began to be aware of my surroundings. It felt like I was covered in soft linen sheets on top of a comfy mattress. The blanket was warm and comfortable, wrapped firmly around my body to keep me from getting cold.
“She’s moving,” said a masculine voice that sounded like Dad’s. “Ashley, are you awake?”
“Let me try,” said another
