Slowly I open my eyes and I see that I'm in an unfamiliar room, painted white and green curtain covering its sides and panic strikes my heart and I seat up quickly, about to bolt the next moment when I feel a hand holds onto mine in a tender caress and I look to see mom eyes, carefully looking at me.
"Where am I, mom?" I demand looking around in inspection.
My mind tells me I'm in a hospital, but I shut it up.
"You're in the hospital child, you passed out. The doctor ran some test when you were brought in, she'll be here with the result soon." She smiles warmly at me, her hand still holding on to mine.
What is she smiling about? And why am I irritated by everything?
"I wanna go home, mom."
The door opens and the young, pretty, doctor walks in and she's holding something I have no int
