C61 Sixty One

I woke up to a world of white, the brightness of the surroundings temporarily blinding me. Blinking rapidly, I tried to make sense of my surroundings, the voices in the background blending into a cacophony of sound. “She’s awake.” “Oh my god, she’s awake.”

I blinked again, trying to focus on the figures around me. Faces swam into view—familiar faces, filled with concern and relief