Voices, footsteps, the clatter of medical equipment.
I heard someone crying hysterically.
Someone else was scolding.
I opened my eyes.
A woman rushed to my bedside.
"Anna, Anna, you're awake?"
"I'm so glad that you're okay. So good."
The woman's face looked slightly unfamiliar; it was my mother.
I stared at her blankly.
My father stood by, wringing his...