As I slowly opened by my eyes, white ceiling come into sight. Something feels heavy and tears just start rolling down my cheeks. The familiar scent of hospital and its stifling corners made me feel worse. Beyond the physical pain is my aching heart. I can feel the cervical collar around my neck making me unable to move.
"Yllana, how are you feeling?"
"Call the doctor!"
I can hear voices, but my mind doesn't want to process the thoughts. The excruciating pain leaves me crying quietly.
"Honey, it's okay. Can you see me?" Mom was also teary-eyed when she looked at me.
"Mom, Yllana, the doctor is coming." That was Karlo's voice. My tears kept coming especially when mom wiped it with her hands.
"H-how's my car?" That was dad's gift, so I hope it's not beyond repair.
"Think about yourself
