"Hey… Hey… Miss Lawrence," I heard a voice calling out to me, faint and distant, like it was coming from another world. I felt like I was drifting, trapped in a hazy trance far removed from reality. But the voice was persistent, cutting through the fog in my mind. It was accompanied by a rhythmic beeping sound, machines perhaps. The voice kept calling, pulling me back, but I couldn’t move.
I tried to open my eyes, but they were unbearably heavy as if weighted down. My hand, too, felt like it was tied to lead, unresponsive to my mind’s commands. I attempted to speak, but my mouth barely moved. Then, through the muffled haze, I heard voices, clearer now.
"Oh, she's alive. Thank my goodness!" one of the voices exclaimed.
The sound of relief was palpable, and it seemed to take some of the w
