My eyelids moved, wanting to see them, but I couldn’t. I felt weak that I couldn’t open my eyes. I could only hear two people talking, not whispering, but talking loudly, in a panic.
“What happened?” I heard a female voice. It was my question, too.
Why? What happened to me?
“I don’t know. I just found her crying and asking you about what happened to Paul,” A male voice answered. “She just kept on calling Paul’s name.” He groaned, pacing around the room. I wish he would stop because it was making my headache worse.
When I murmured, I felt my bed move. “Sai,” A man’s voice called.
“Paul,” I groaned, mumbling his name. At this time, I didn’t care if he was my father. All I cared about is he was alive. When I could finally open my eyes, Lena caught my eyes first, and then Jeremy. Both
