I open my eyes and the first thing I see is an unknown white ceiling. I want to move but I can’t, I feel like there’s something pulling down mi arms. Suddenly I feel stitches all over my body and a slight headache. On the background I can hear an annoying beep that never stops. I want to turn my head but something is not letting me do it. I can only move my legs a bit. I feel something heavy inside of me and at the next second, I close my eyes…. That annoying beep…

—How Is she?

—Stable, there have been no changes since weeks ago.

—Has she woken up at least for a moment?

—There are no news about it, but it’s possible. She moves her legs sometimes.

—That’s a good sign, right? It means she’s still alive.

Those voices… It seems to be a young woman and an old lady… I can’t recognize those voices but I’ve heard them before, in my dreams or wherever I am in this moment. The only thing I see are blurry images, flashlights, I hear people crying and the feel of emptiness inside of me. I want to cry but tears won’t come out, I want to shout but my voice is not coming out either. I only hear whispers and that annoying beep over and over again. Please, someone stop this torture, even just for a moment.

—C’mon, wake up. I know you’re there…

That voice of the young woman again. Her voice is so warm.

—Don’t give up-

Warmth, my hand feels that warmth her voice is also sending me. Who is she? Whoever you are thank you. You make this torture less painful.

—Honey, it’s late. Why don’t you go home and rest some? If anything happens, I’ll call you right away.

—Thank you auntie.

They are family, that’s kind of sweet, but who are they? Why are there here with me? Why should I not give up? I have to wake up from what? Why is that annoying beep still going on and on? Please someone stop it… Someone please stop everything…

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It does not stop, the darkness and the cold linger in my whole being. Am I blind now?

—I knew I was going to find you here.

Another voice, another girl. Her tone is soft, but her voice sounds worried.

—Have you eaten something at least?

—I’m not hungry…

—Not eating won’t make her wake up… I’ll bring you something.

I feel again that warm hand on my right once more. It makes me feel relaxed and comfortable again. Are you not eating because of me? Please don’t get sick because of my fault, I don’t want that. I want you to be by my side sending me that pleasant warmth.

—Please excuse her, she’s always thinking of food… I’m fine, I’m here.

I want to smile. I want her to know I’m ok, wherever I am, but ok and that I’m grateful she is here taking care of me even when I don’t know who she is. I want to do something for her, whatever it can be.

—You… by any chance… Can you hear to me?

Yes, I do hear you. I feel how my right hand is being squeezed really hard; it’s not hurting m