Her head was in serious pain as if she hit it on the wall a couple of times. She tried lifting a hand to rub her forehead but she realised she was too tired to move an inch -that and because her right hand was under something heavy. Her eyes searched around the room.
It was pure white; white ceiling, white walls, white bedsheets. She groaned and turned her hand to look what was above her hand and laughed when she sawe her older brother sleeping. He was hugging her arm while his forehead was pressed on her bicep. Sophia opened her mouth to speak but a raspy sound escaped her lips.
She starting coughing very louding and her throat burned as she did. She lifted a hand to cover her mouth as the door to her room opened and she countinued to cough. She started panicking when she wouldn't stop
