When I opened my eyes, I saw a pure white ceiling.
Where was I? Was I dead?
Pain shot through my entire body, making me cry out.
“Don’t move.” A gentle voice spoke as a warm hand carefully pressed against me.
“Take it easy. Stay still, or you’ll reopen your wounds.”
I looked up in surprise to see a man in a white coat standing by my window, watching me with concern.
Looking around at the hospital bed and IV drip, I realized I must be in a hospital.
“Why am I in the hospital?” I mumbled. “Wasn’t I…”
Memories of last night’s horror flooded back, the terror and despair still lingering. I winced involuntarily.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe now,” the man said gently. “I found you just in time. Apart from losing a lot of blood, you’ll be fine.”
I studied the man before me. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, with handsome features and a tall build. His
demeanor was warm and soothing.
–
I vaguely remembered last night when I was struggling, one of the men had grown angry and struck me with a rock from the
ground.
As I collapsed, just before my eyes closed, I saw someone running toward me.
“Did you save me? Thank you. I’ll find a way to repay you for saving my life.”
“It’s nothing,” he smiled softly. “I’m a doctor. Saving lives is my duty.”
He poured me a glass of warm water. “Here, drink this. It’ll help your throat.”
I realized my lips were cracked and painful. “Thank you.”
–
Glancing at the wall clock, I suddenly remembered my flight scheduled for today I’d missed it!
“Excuse me, could I borrow your phone?” I grabbed his arm urgently. “I need to let my family know I’m okay.”
