The frantic voices in the background woke me up from a deep slumber. I forced my eyes to open to have a look at my surroundings, but my heavy-laden eyes refused to move.
Am I dead? The question reverberated through my thoughts, but before I could answer it, something soft and warm touched my hands.
"She's alive." A woman squeaked in relief as she felt for my pulse.
With all the force I have, I tried to move a finger, but failed to do so. 'Please help me,' I tried to move my lips, but no words emerged from them.
"Hurry! Call the ambulance!" I heard the woman speak again. This time, she let go of my hand to press a cloth on my chest to stop the bleeding.
"Hold on, please," the woman's voice was soft and comforting as she whispered against my ears. "Help will arrive soon." She added in a tone filled with assurance.
