“Ms. Banon? Letha?”
I groaned, and thought how all I ever do lately is wake up. I just wanted to sleep.
“Good morning, Ms. Banon. I need you to wake up now. I’m Doctor Chennupati. How are you feeling?”
“My head hurts. My stomach, too. I feel groggy. What happened to me? Why am I here?”
“You were brought in by ambulance six days ago, after a car accident. You’ve been unconscious since then. Do you remember anything?”
“Six days? I was driving to work… That’s all I remember. How badly was I hurt?” I looked over my body, the shapes under the blanket. It looked like everything was there. I wiggled my toes, reassured by their feather-light rustle against cloth.