Joe turned his head, opening his eyes slowly, occasionally grimacing in pain as he tried to move his hand. He glanced around, finding himself in a room equipped with medical equipment, with his body also attached to medical devices like oxygen, an IV, and bandages. He fell silent, taking a deep, strained breath, staring at the ceiling while recalling the moments before he lost consciousness.
"I should've just died," he whispered.
"Joe, you're finally awake!" said a woman who had just entered the room. It was Debby, Joe's mother.
"Mom..." Joe whispered with a somber gaze as Debby approached him.
"My son..." Debby sat on the chair next to the bed, smiling at Joe who looked so weak, then held his arm. "I was so worried about you."
"How did I get here?" Joe murmured.
"Of course, the medical team brought you here," Debby replied, frowning. "The police called me; they told me about the accident that happened to you. I came here immediately..."
