Harper's POV
"How is she doing?"
"She is yet to open her eyes?"
"I hope she does because she has been sleeping all day," another voice said.
Those were the voices that rang out in my room. My body trembled and I tried to force my eyes open but it wasn't cooperating with me. I wished they could see my struggle and talk to me so that I could snap out of whatever made me not to wake up.
I moved my hands to my eyes, it was so slow that I wanted to cry. Why was my body not cooperating with my brain? I was awake already but my eyes couldn't.
"Harper?" I heard the sharp but scared voice of my mother and my eyes flew open immediately.
I muttered a 'thank you' in my heart and looked around. My room was turned into a makeshift hospital, my eyes darted to the cannula and the drip that passed
