The trauma of experiencing so much pain and low chance of survival for the second time, had Gina eyes leak with tears as soon as she discovered what happened. She couldn't recognize the environment she was in, but she was certain she was in a hospital receiving intensive care. Her neck had hurt, her hands were barely able to move without a sharp sting. Her face was swollen due to her reaction towards the fuel. She'd slowly turned her head to the side but saw no one.
"Moni…." These were the first words that slipped out of her lips when she got conscious. "Monica…."
She called again but got no response. The door handle finally creaked open and a lady in a patience gown and big tommy walked in, holding a grip support.
"You're fine!" Monica cried as she made her way to Gina's bedside.
