Jasmin woke slowly as warm sunlight fell gently across her pale face. She blinked several times, struggling to pull her scattered thoughts together and remember where she was. Her body felt heavy and her mind was still foggy with fragments of bad dreams she could not quite hold onto.
"You are awake," Wina said, stepping closer to the bedside, her pink uniform bright against the pale white walls of the room. Jasmin frowned at the girl, not in the mood for cheerful chatter.
"Where am I?" She looked around the unfamiliar space. Everything was clean and white, and the sharp, familiar scent of medicine hung in the air.
"You are at the hospital," Wina answered softly.
"Who brought me here?" Jasmin pressed her fingers to her throbbing temples. Her eyes felt swollen and her head ache
