As Carmela slowly drifted back to consciousness, she became aware of the beeping of a heart monitor, the antiseptic smell of the hospital room, and the feel of the stiff, white sheets underneath her.

Her head ached, and her body felt heavy and sore. But she was alive. She had survived the crash, somehow.

She opened her eyes, and saw the sterile white walls of the hospital room, the machines monitoring her vitals, and the IV in her arm.

She tried to sit up, but pain shot through her body. A ...