The bright rays of the afternoon sun on Ava's face made her wince before her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her vision, which was blurred, gradually started to adjust until it settled enough for her to see the white ceiling of her hospital room.
Ava blinked up at it several times, her brain still murky from being unconscious for too long. She stared, trying to remember where she was.
When it didn't come to her, she tried turning in her bed, only to receive a sharp pain that felt like needles were pricking her sides.
She gasped, almost breathless and she dared not to move any further. That alone seemed to have jogged her memory.
Ava let her eyes drift shut. 'So I didn't die…?' She wondered, opening them again to stare at the ceiling. 'It hurts…'
Soon, she heard the low creak of a door opening and she turned her head to see who it was.
Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open slightly. "Mr… Berger?"
'What is he doing here?'
