CAMILLA POV
The hospital room was filled with the soft hum of machines and the distant murmur of voices from the corridor. I blinked slowly, trying to piece together the fragments of time that had passed. My body felt heavy, as if I were emerging from a deep, dark sleep. I couldn't believe I had been in a coma for two weeks and in a state of partial consciousness for more than a week. The days felt like a blur, a mixture of dreams and reality.
"Camilla," a gentle voice said. I turned my head slightly to see Dr. Patel standing beside my bed, her eyes filled with warmth and relief. "It's good to see you awake. You've been through a lot."
I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry and constricted. Dr. Patel handed me a glass of water, and I sipped it gratefully. "Thank you," I manage
