The golden rays of dusk streamed through the hospital window, bathing the room in a warm glow. Yasmine slowly opened her eyes. Her body felt heavy as if a truck had just run over her.
The hospital room was quiet. Gone were the terrifying sounds of gunshots, explosions, and the heart-pounding roar of helicopter blades. It was as if it had all been a terrible dream.
Diana sat by her bedside. Seeing Yasmine stir, she immediately leaned forward and gently clasped her hand.
"Thank goodness you're awake, dear! You've been out for two days."
"Diana..." Yasmine whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible.
Diana quickly poured her a glass of water, gently helping her up to take a few sips.
"Where... where am I?"
"The Quinlan family's private hospital in Los Angeles. How are you feeling
