Anna POV

It's empty, black, and by itself. Nevertheless, not by yourself. Reminiscent of a ghost or apparition, Not quite full, but also not open. What sensation is this? "Who is there?" I yell. However, nobody responds.

"Am I dead?" I yell once again. Still no response. "Wake up, Anna!" is spoken in a voice I hear.

When I open my eyes, Jake is seated next to my bed. He's dozing off. His hands and face are both scarred. I turn to see that I'm in the packed clinic. I am linked up to machinery. There is a void in my heart. I felt a wave of grief go over...