Diana
When I opened my eyes, there was a bright white light. My body was still in a dreamlike state, and my own thoughts didn't make sense. Memories played over and over in my mind as if they were happening right now. An IV tube was in the back of my hand, and I held my hands in front of my face. My fingers were shaking because I was so weak. My human body was failing me.
"How are you feeling?" I turned my head to face my brother, who was sitting in an armchair next to my bed. I slowly looked around, taking in the room's peace and quiet. "It has been a long eight hours watching you suffer."
"I have a headache and feel weak," I replied. My eyes were barely able to stay open. I leaned back against the pillow and slowly exhaled, making the mask over my mouth and nose moist. I pulled my sha
