Pulling his eyes open proved to be a difficult task to Andrew. His lids were heavy and it felt like he hasn't opened it for centuries.

Nevertheless he forced his eyes open and the first thing that came to sight was his white ceiling.

As he tried to get up, he felt a pressure on his fore head and his hands reached to find a wet towel. 

He knew he fell sick and was taken care of but he had no idea who it was. He was so weak that he couldn't detect whoever it is that made him better.

Probably mum. He thought to himself as he sat up...