The surgery lasted a full five hours, during which Jasmine Yale lost too much blood and went into shock.
By the time she woke up again, it was already night.
The hospital room's curtain was half drawn and moonlight filtered in. The stars in the sky, shone brightly like a child's eyes.
The clouds were translucent and unblemished.
The wind blew, rustling the green trees outside the window.
The night here was extremely quiet—so quiet that you could hear the insects chirping outside.
When Jasmine opened her eyes, she looked at her hospital gown and the bright light overhead in confusion.
Everything seemed so strange.
She moved her fingers and only then noticed the IV attached to her hand.
This must be a hospital.
Turns out, she was still alive.
At that moment, waves of emotion flooded through her. Her heart felt like it was starting to beat again, thump after thump.
Her head hurt terribly, and Jasmine rubbed her forehead.
That sleep was both exhausting and lengthy.
