The next morning, at the break of dawn, Kylia, who had been in a deep sleep for over twelve hours, finally woke up.
She turned her head and looked at me with bewildered eyes. I gave her a reassuring smile.
She looked around the room, then suddenly sat up and curled into a ball, staring at me cautiously.
"Who... Who are you?"
The smile on my face froze. I stared at Kylia intently, as if trying to see through her pale, lifeless face.
But in her eyes, there was only confusion.
She didn't remember me.
I immediately turned my wheelchair and went out the door to call the doctor.
The doctor frowned as he looked at the scans.
"Mrs. Hartling may have a blood clot in her brain due to the head injury and extreme fright."
I couldn't help but clench my fist. "Is there a cure?"
The doctor sho
