*Nevaeh*
Someone’s voice echoes in my mind, but I don’t understand the word until it’s called again.
“Nevaeh!”
My name… but whose voice is that? My head throbs as I try to remember. In fact, the pain runs all down my back. Groaning, I struggle to open my eyes. Sky-blue orbs greet me, filled with a mix of relief and concern.
“Dad?”
“Nevaeh… oh, my God. I found you!” he says. A tear escapes his eye. “But you’re hurt. Don’t move. I’ll get help…”
“I’m fine,” I insist, though the harsh pain throbs in my head. I try to push up to prop onto my elbows, but my dad grabs my shoulders.
“Don’t get up,” he says firmly. “I think we need to get you to a doctor.”
“Dad, I am a doctor.” But I don’t move. Instead, I try to work through the pain to figure out what happened. Where am I?
“Maybe you sh
