I was counting the days in my head since I opened my eyes that night, I could hear one of the nurses screaming so the other nurses and the doctor on duty rushed into my room.
I blinked my eyes, feeling an intense pain in the back of my head, not to mention the oxygen mask on my face, I felt hot and sore all over my body. I could hear them calling my name, but my throat wasn't working, voice can't came out of my mouth.
I want to ask, "Where's Shiloh?"
But my body was so weak that I fell back asleep, the next day I woke up at noon. From the window the sun had risen and was shining brightly. I blinked again and Father approached me, he holding my hand tightly, our eyes met, those blue eyes that I had missed since childhood now looking at me.
