Zita 

The intense throbbing in my head was now gone and while I tried to picture where I was, I couldn't help but hear the voices that pierced into my subconsciousness. 

A voice that I didn't recognize floated into my ear. “I don't quite get what you mean,”

“We are asking about the baby. She’s been pregnant for some time now and we just want to know if the child is okay—” someone’s voice cracked and as I remained numb on the bed—almost catatonically—I couldn't help but figure that it was dad’s voice.  

Blood slowly pumped inside of me. My location was still a mystery to me.

I heard someone...