MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Miguel stepped out of the bathroom, feeling the steam and heat roll off his skin as he quickly dried himself. He couldn't stop all the negative feelings he had concerning Elizabeth's condition
RING!
The faint sound of his phone ringing snapped him from his thoughts.
Reaching for the phone, he saw the hospital's number flash across the screen. His heart leapt, half in fear, half in hope.
“Hello?” he answered, barely able to keep the tension out of his voice.
"Miguel, it’s Dr. Evans from the hospital. I wanted to let you know your sister has just regained consciousness."
For a moment, Miguel didn’t move. Relief surged through him so quickly it felt like his knees might give way. “She’s awake?” His voice cracked.
“Yes, she’s conscious. She’s weak, but stable. Y
