Lyla woke up inside the hospital room in a bed with curtains around her bed. She touched her forehead and found an IV stuck to the back of her hand. She remembered her mother's heart stopping and laid there for a few minutes because she didn't have the courage to find out if her mother had really died.
She covered her eyes with her arm as she cried silently.
Suddenly, she heard someone pull the curtains softly.
"Oh, you're awake… Do you need some time?" The doctor asked him.
Lyla sniffed and shook her head as she whipped off her tears with her sleeve. She slowly got up.
"You passed away from shock and from overworking yourself. We gave you an IV. How do you feel now?" he asked her in a warm tone.
"I'm fine." She told him and looked at him. She recognized him as the doctor who was trying to save her mother. "Doctor… h-how is my mother?"
She saw him hesitate for a while, which made her tightly curl her hand into a fist.
