ELENA'S POV

All I could hear were muffled voices. Even my unconscious mind began to wonder if that was how they communicated in heaven. Or just when they were about to pass judgement.

My pursed lips habitually sharpened my ear drums, blocking out every storm of questions in my mind.

“Doctor, is she going to be okay?”,

Doctor? Where was I?

“She should wake up anytime soon sir. Have you contacted her family members?”,

I slowly blinked my eyes open to feed my curiosity, instantly setting it on the man in a white coat.

My eyes roamed around the unfamiliar room, trying to spot anything familiar.

The small bed frame...