23 SURVIVAL PART 13: Turnover.

My dream didn't last long. That peaceful place I went to when I passed out on the highway, ended when I woke up in a totally different place. As my eyes opened slowly, and my vision got less blurry, I could start distinguishing objects, and analysing my surroundings, another thing I learned the past few days.

I was in a very comfortable bed, covered by a soft, thick white blanket. As my vision got even clearer, I remember seeing no other colours than white, grey and black all around. In the distance, I could hear two people talking, a man and a woman, in faint voices, or maybe they were too far for me to hear them properly. I could understand a few things they were saying though.

Man – how is she doing?

Woman – she’s good so far. Her injuries are minor. Sprained wrist shouldn’t take long to heal. Severe dehydration and lack of nutrition can be seen so we might have to keep her.

Man – and the others? The boy, how is he?