"Mama, do you think she will ever wake up...this is the week of..." I heard the voice of a little girl, just before she was cut off by another voice, piercing through the thick fog of darkness coating my entire being.
The voice belonged to a woman. Probably her mother. The little girl had said 'Mama'. My head hurt from even trying to remember that word from a second ago.
"Shush...we will talk outside. Considering her vitals and her chi's rehabilitation, it is possible that she won't be asleep for so long now. Come, let us move toward the kitchen. Your father will be coming back anytime soon."
Dimly, I watched the mother take the little girl, whose height I couldn't determine due to the hazy images. They hadn't noticed that I was awake.
As they walked out of the room, I tried to open my eyes fully and put my limbs into motion, but I was greeted with an onslaught of pain and agony, which reminded me of the events I had last recalled.
