“Does she like an apple or orange juice?”
My senses go off as I can feel my eyes a little warm. I did not bother to move as it is followed by my body feeling every corner, joint, limb, and muscle of my body being sore as if someone just has beaten me up from head to toe.
“Hmm, yeah? Alright, I guess, apple it is…”
The scent of fresh flowers and fruits is all I can smell together with the beeping sound of the heart rate monitor making me feel its clip clipped on my index finger.
“She’s… she’s still asleep”
The somber sound of his voice seems to get close to my direction as it is then followed by the sound of the curtain moving. The warm and beaming light sparkling through my lids makes me squint and furrow my brows.
“Oh, I think she’s awake. Call me later. Thank you”
I slowly op
