AVA
I woke up panting with beads of sweat all over my forehead.
"Ava, honey, are you okay?" Mom rushed over beside me. It was then I recognised the setting of the space. I was on my back laying on a hospital bed, having faces I recognise very well before me, because they're my family, except for Dr Gregg, a surgeon and also mom's co-worker at the general medical hospital, among the multiple hospitals listed under mom's consultancy job privilege.
"Ava?" Mom called again, disconnecting me from my recognition trip. I looked over at her; she was smooching my face and pushing aside the hair matted around my forehead.
"Mom? What happened?"
"You will be fine, is just—I am so sorry." She choked. Her tears were dripping to the skin of my cheeks.
She looked at me and shook her head; her
