“I don’t know when she will wake up… but it will happen when she’s ready.”

That voice. It isn’t one that I recognize, but as I slowly open my eyes, I find that the sights I last remember aren’t the same ones I’m faced with now. The white walls around me cause me to blink back the light invading the room I’m in. My fingers brush against the scratchy fabric of a blanket that covers me as I groan from the pain radiating through me as I try to ...