No matter how many times I tried, I just couldn’t lift my eyelids. I was stuck in one of those dreams where I’m shifted between delusions and have it mixed with reality. I heard voices, not sure which way they were coming from. My sight was in dreamland—my ears? I sensed reality, then heard a loud bang of a door being slammed open.

“Where is she?” a voice boomed. “Where’s my sister?!”

After the headache cleared, I could finally make it out. It was Jessica’s voice. I didn’t need to look around to recognize it.

Another voice answered through stammers. “S-S-S-She—”

At first I struggled to make it out, but after some time I realized it was none other than Kris.

Footsteps thundered, killing the silence around my other ear. More voices. More cries.

“Unnie?”

That would definitely be Krystal.

“What happened?”

And that would be—

—Kyuhyun?

Wait, hold up. The heck—?

I heard beeps. Machines, I could tell. But what machinery?

I tried to raise my hand—tell them I was just right there. But they stayed away, not even paying attention to my limp figure.

“How could this happen?” I heard Jessica say through her teeth. Was she angry? “How could this happen?” she repeated, with more venom this time.

No one spoke. Or at least, no one could.

I heard a sound, something like someone struggling to pull their words out. And then I kept on listening to hear Kris’ trembling voice giving away the explanations to Jessica’s questions.

Thinking about it again, I finally recalled everything. The car. I was crossing a street. No. I was running across the street. For that cat. The car didn’t hit me, right? At least, I didn’t feel it hit me.

I felt a hand on mine.

“Is she going to be okay?” someone asked, near my ears, and I could actually feel the softness in Kyuhyun’s familiar voice, the kind of voice he used to use long ago. Even in that condition, I somehow felt like fighting away from his grip.

“No concussion. Right?” Krystal asked.

“No,” Kris said. His answer made everyone relax.

“T-Then why isn’t she waking?” I felt Krystal hovering over me. I could picture her face, creased with endless worries.

“It’s the meds,” Kris replied. “The doctor gave her something so she’d sleep through the pain. Hopefully by the time she wakes up she won’t feel much of the wound on her head.”

My…head? What’s wrong with my head?

There was a quiet, “Mm,” from Krystal, and I felt her lean away from me.

I was still dreaming up the scene, but I knew that my ears were hearing reality, even if it was as if there were fairies dancing about the room, tossing g