At the hospital…
Mila stirred slowly. Her lashes fluttered before her eyes slowly opened. The bright light made her blink in discomfort.
"You are finally awake," a voice echoed above her head.
Mila turned her head slightly and saw a nurse smiling at her.
"Where am I?" she asked, her voice thick and hoarse.
"You are in the hospital," the nurse replied softly. "You've been unconscious for two days."
At that, Mila widened her eyes. "Two days?"
The woman nodded. "You were severely injured, remember?"
Memories flooded her mind. When she recalled those men hitting her, she shuddered in dread. Her head hurt.
"My head," she winced, pressing her fingers against her forehead.
"You had a concussion," the woman said. "Don't panic. Stay calm. I'll call the doctor."
"Wait…" Mila reached out and held her hand, stopping her. "Did – did anyone visit me while I was unconscious?" she asked cautiously.
