I wake up with a splitting headache. I blink several times to adjust to the light and my surroundings. I'm in a hospital room.
"You're awake," Julia says as she comes to stand next to the bed I’m lying in.
"Don't tell me I fainted."
"You did."
I remember the panic attack when I saw my mom dying, struggling to breathe, seeing Adrian and my dad.
"How’s my mom?"
I don’t know how she's doing.
"She’s fine; they stabilized her."
"I want to see her," I say, trying to get up from the bed. I feel nauseous and lie back down.
"You will, but you need to gain some strength—you’re weak."
"I'm not sick."
"You've been through a lot, Pree. You haven't even been eating.They had to inject you with some sedatives."
I just want to get out of this place and go check on my Mom, but I’m too weak.
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