*Bren*
I have been sitting here, holding her hand for the last 5 hours. The doctors had quickly done all kinds of checks on her. But she has been very lucky. A broken wrist, some bend rips and a hairline fracture in the skull. She probably has a bad concussion. But the situation taken into consideration, she has been very lucky.
After calling her parent's I have just been waiting. She should be coming around soon. I must admit that I feel blessed. The bombing had been really bad, so many lives lost, so many families torn apart and still she has been relatively spared.
And finally she starts moving slightly, making a small sound and her eyes flutter open, looking at me. I can't help smiling. "Hello darling, welcome back. How do you feel ?"
"Sorry, but… who are you ?" She asks, look
