Emily Pov

　　"She should have woken up by now..." Benson declares in the distance. His voice is muffled and concerned, and gradually, I become aware of where I am.

　　"She will awaken when she feels ready; there's no need to rush it," a female voice countered with tenderness.

　　I shift in the bed and notice how soft and cozy the mattress is; there's a blanket over my body, covering halfway down my arm. As I open my eyes, I'm greeted with an uncomfortable ...