"She's been sleeping since yesterday."
It's a woman's voice. And I can tell who it belongs to. After all, after having listen to it throughout my whole life, my whole eighteen years of life, how wouldn't I notice my own mother's voice?
"It might be my fault," A different voice.
"Why would you think that?"
"I might have been training her too hard."
"It's not your fault."
I open my eyes slowly, feeling my chest rise with air as if I'd breathe for the first time in ages. In days. In years. I cough out a little, then try to look around the room I'm currently in.
It's my bedroom, and there on two chairs, are Steven and my mom. From what I've learned, Steven and mom are best friends. Or childhood friends. Either way, I just learned this just recently.
"Hi mom," I cough out the words.
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