The sterile smell of the room brought her back to her senses. She rolled her neck to her right to see the owner of the voices that were whispering in the corner of the hospital room.
She cannot catch in her memory the reason why she's here in the hospital bed.
A small dot somewhere in her head had the floating information that she needed but she ignored it for the voices were persistent. Her gut was telling her that she must know the owner of those voices.
When she lifted her head from the pillow, dizziness washed over her that she momentarily stopped moving, closing her eyes before she slowly opened them and the scene that she saw broke her heart.
They were quite familiar. A photo that came alive.
Matthew is hovering over the familiar woman who is leaning against the white wall of the hospital room. He is telling her something that seems to be of utmost importance for the girl to have her head tilted to meet his gaze.
