Out of Coma

Numbness all over the body. A burn in the throat. Itching all over the skin. The inability to form words. Blurry images. Beeping inside her eardrums That was all Camila could see, feel, and hear when she woke up. She cleared her throat, attracting the attention of the figure backing her. After hearing her, that person walked out of the room in a hurried way. She jerked herself into a sitting position, dragging her buttocks on the fluffy bed beneath her until she leaned her sore back against the bedrest. Slapping her hands on the rough surface beside her, she located the small button sitting at the bedside table full of medicines and pressed it with trembling fingers. Almost immediately, an elderly familiar man wearing a white coat, a stethoscope around his neck, and gray hairs sprouting in between the black strands above his head walked through the half-opened door, smiled sweetly at her, and asked her something she couldn't hear. "W..wh.." She tried to speak, but her breath was sudde