'What day is it?' Santiago squinted at the candlelight that shone in no other place but at the window. He was not sure of the room where he was. He began to whisper the name of Roselle, trying hard to understand where he was.
"Roselle, are you the one there? Talk to me." He pushed the body beside him not knowing it was his grandma and he almost pushed her down. She had slept off while waiting for him to recover since he fell back to sleep since yesterday.
Shiloh woke up at the harsh push. Before she could switch on the lamp beside her, Santiago pushed her harder again, making her lose the small stance she had gained after the first push and finally, she limped on the floor.
Shiloh winced and almost screamed, "It's me grandson, not Roselle."
"What the fuck have I done?!" Santiago hissed, sliding out of the bed and touching the old woman on the floor trying to get her back to her feet.
