Her mother is pacing and yelling on the phone. Gabriel stands near the door. His eyes are red and swollen.

And as for Michael, he leans against the wall, his arms crossed, his face unreadable but dark.

I stop abruptly at the entrance, going to catch my breath.

"How is she?" I ask, looking at Gabriel.

He sniffs continuously. "She woke up, but something is wrong."

My stomach twists at the word. "What do you mean?"

Michael suddenly appears at my side, he turns to me, cold and ...