Grace opened her eyes slowly, an incessant action was bugging her, she felt cold liquid dabbing on her temple. She tried to flap the hand that was dabbing at her temple with a cold rag away, but she was unable to.
Her aim was not even accurate, the pain in her temple had lessened but her brain was hammering in pain. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she heard the soft cry from the person who was dabbing a wet cloth on her temple.
She opened her eyes wide as she recognized the sound coming from the other person to be her daughter's, she held on to the hand that had been cleaning off the blood on her temple and she turned to see the person who was working on her.
"Mother, thank God you're awake." The voice cried out and the person launched herself on her and held on tightly.
