At least it doesn’t feel like I’m flying.
In fact, it doesn’t feel like I’m doing anything at all.
What happened to me? What the hell is that noise?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Your granddaughter is improving remarkablywell. I was expecting her to need more time, but according to the scans we did this morning, the swelling is nearly back to normal.”
Who is that?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
God, will someone shut that alarm off?
“We’ll be moving her in just a few hours to a regular room.”
“Thank you, doctor.” I knew that woman’s voice. It’s my grandma, Bamba.
But what is she doing here? Where the hell am I? The last thing I remember is being on the road heading to . . . oh hell . . . I’d been in an accident. It’s coming back to me.
The fear.The panic. The thought of dying. All of the responders who worked to get me free.
How am I alive? I didn’t think I was going to make it.
“Come on, my sweet, wake and rejoin us.”
There’s that voice again.
Who is it?
“She’s waking up.” I hear Baba say.
I don’t want to wake up. I want all of this just to be a dream—all of it.
“It’s not a dream, and you must wake.”
Again, with that damn voice.
Who does it belong to?
“Wake up and find out, Carina, my sweet.” The male voice seems amused, and I don’t know why.
Whoever it belongs to needs to stay out of my head, out of my thoughts.
I don’t want to wake up.
“Baby, you need to wake up. Show your family you’re going to be okay.”
What the hell?
Now, the voice doesn’t sound like it’s in my head, but it also doesn’t sound like I’m hearing it right. It also sounds like it’s annoyed.
Who in the world is it? Why do they keep calling me endearments?
“Carina, open your eyes,” he orders, and it’s like I have no choice in the matter as my eyes flutter open.
I blink against the light and groan. It’s too bright in here.
