"Yara?" I called her and came closer to her.

"Who are you?" she asked as she forced herself to recognize me. I stabilized myself as I walked towards her. Recalls what happened three months ago while she was in a coma. How I caught up with her and fought to survive.

"Where is she?"

"It's still inside," the attendant replied.

I go into the room where we moved her because that was where the hospital equipment we bought was. I bought the beside condo unit to be attached to us and the master bedroom became a mini-clinic for Yara.

When I entered the room. I heard a long sound of...