Beeping. A slow, steady beeping filled my ears—and yet the throb within my head was trying to dull all of my senses.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was once again in the hospital, and that was the last place I wanted to be. The steady beeping came from a machine dripping fluids into my arm—not a comforting sight.

I hated being bedridden and feeling like an invalid, incapable of taking care of myself.

“She’s resting now, but she is okay.”

Estrella’s voice ...