Genevieve, who had been washing her face in the adjacent bathroom, heard her daughter's frantic cries and rushed out into the room. "Evelyn, you're awake!" She immediately slammed her palm against the emergency pager to summon the attending medical staff.
Evelyn stared frantically at her surroundings, her mind disoriented. Where was she? A hospital? How could she possibly be in a sterile ward? She had just experienced a vivid, agonizing dream about Michael, followed instantly by the memory of the very first day she had crossed paths with Gabriel!
"Mother! Where are they?! Where is Michael and Gabriel?!" she demanded desperately, her eyes locking onto Genevieve's heavily bloodshot, swollen eyes.
Genevieve approached the mattress, gently patting her daughter's trembling hand in a desperate bid to soothe her. "Evie... Gabriel... the authorities are currently... but Michael is right in the high-level luxury ward next door. He is still in a profound coma..."
