I woke up, my eyes welcomed by the white ceiling and a dimmed room. I tried to move my hand but I couldn’t because there’s someone holding it. When I turned to it, I saw Aunt Georgina sleeping soundly. Her hands are on mine, gripping on me like telling me that she’s there and she won’t let go.
I smiled and sighed. I tried to move but I felt an IV inserted on my other hand. And that’s when I suddenly felt weak.
“What happened?” I mumbled softly to myself but it seemed like Aunt Georgina heard it because she stirred softly and sat up on the chair.
She rubbed her eyes before looking at me. She gasped. “You’re awake!” she beamed before pressing the call bell several times.
I tried to sit up from the bed. “What happened?” I asked her in my hoarse voice.
I tried to remember the last th
