"Hey, Aly."

"Hey, sis, how'ya doing?"

"Tired. Mom and Dad?"

"They're coming. Just rest." She closed her eyes and breathed deep, but it had a scary, rattling quality.

"That's normal." I turned around where a man in a white coat and velvet black skin was standing behind me. "Hi, I'm Dr. Okunwe, are you Aly?" I nodded. "Good, she's been asking for you."

"How is she?"

"Well, what we are most worried about here is brain injury from lack of oxygen. But she knows her name, she could tell us her address, she knew you, so I think we're going to be okay there. Can't tell for sure yet, but...