Amber stretched, letting out a small sigh as her eyes fluttered open, taking in the figure of a person who resembled her late mother, Julie, hovering above her.

“Oh thank goodness, you’re okay.” The figure said with concern in her voice.

“Mom is that you?” Amber called weakly, her expression confused.

The face and voice suddenly morphed. “No sweetie, it’s me, Avery.” Avery smiled, her expression relieved.

Her eyes stared at her white hospital gown traveled around the white ceiling, taking in the antiseptic smell of her environment. “Am I in the hospital?” She questioned, trying to sit upright, but Avery quickly held her back.

“Yes dear, you came in...