Chapter Seventy-Three.

It was morning but somehow bringing her eyes to open was the hardest battle she faced. It was almost impossible but that's what happens when they have been closed for three weeks.

Patricia laid flatlined across the bed with the incessant beeps of her heart monitor ringing into her ears, slowly but surely her eyes open and she darted a confusing glare around the room. There was a huge light just above her and then the next second, a face popped out. "She's awake!"

Startled, she turned away but then the curtain drew open and it was a frenzy of unfamiliar faces. "Where am i?" She whispered softly from her lips and even trying to talk seemed painful. "I'm Doctor Emerson, okay, can you tell me your name?" There was a man that inched close to her, and using his fingers, he examined her eyes and the back of her wrists.

"What?" A crinkle came between her eyes and Patricia tried to sit up.

"Can you tell me your name?" Instead of answering the very question, Pat looked out through the doors and