Michaela Walker.
“Do you know what happened to me?” she carefully asked, still glaring at her reflection in the mirror. She looked paler than usual, and her hair was longer, but other that, she looked the same.
“My son found you in the park during his morning run. He thought you were sleeping at first, and what you were wearing indicated that you were in some costume party of some sort, but when he checked on you, he couldn’t wake you up. Thus, he brought you here.”
Michaela hoped he’d say something along the line that she was rescued from her burning apartment, though that wouldn’t explain the fetus growing in her belly. She was just hopeful.
Her eyes darted off the mirror towards him, saying, “do you mind telling me where I am exactly?”
The doctor stared at her for a solid thirty s
