I woke up in the hospital.

In that instant, I was panicked.

Luckily, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my mom, her face full of worry, sitting by my bedside.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, relaxed, then tightened again.

I looked at my mom’s red, swollen eyes from crying.

A pang of guilt hit me, and I shakily reached down to feel my legs.

Oh, they’re still there!

After the initial ...