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Emily's POV

A gentle hand on my shoulder woke me from my slumber the next morning. It was my nurse with breakfast and medications for me to take. "Emily, as soon as you're done with breakfast, there is a woman here who'd like to speak with you. She's a trauma therapist. Do you feel like talking with her? She's also here to provide you with some answers too," said my nurse with a soft smile. "Yes, that's fine. She can come in now actually," I replied.

"Hello Emily, my name is Carrie. I'm a trauma therapist here at the hospital. I'd like to talk with you while you eat breakfast about how you're feeling emotionally and what exactly you remember about your life. First off, can you tell me the last thing you remember?" I thought long and hard about this question. It was so simple, yet so difficult to answer. "Well, I'm still a little foggy and am feeling uneasy. I can tell you though that I remember middle school graduation and moving here to Rosewood. After that, I can't remember anything. But I do have lots of questions. Can I ask you those now," I replied. The therapist nodded in agreement and so I just started rattling them off. "Where are my mom and dad? Why haven't they come to see me? "I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you this, but your parents passed away in a horrible car accident about 2 years ago. You've been in a coma for a little over 3 months" replied Carrie. They're dead? I said slowly to myself feeling an unbearable amount of pain entering my heart and a flood of tears falling down my face. I began to cry. The kind of crying where you can't stop because the pain hurts so much and you feel like you're suffocating. "Please, I'd like to be alone right now. It's not your fault, I'd just like to be by myself right now" I said to her. With sincere apologies she left my room. I cried for the rest of the morning just thinking about all the wonderful memories I had of my parents and mourning such a huge loss. I really wish they were here right now in my time of need. I feel so vulnerable. So lonely. This hurts too much.

A few hours later, my nurse quietly knocked on my door and came in to give me more medicine. "Hi Emily. How are you feeling right now? I know that was a lot to take in right now but I want to know if you're hanging in there" she said gently stroking my shoulder. "I'm a little better now. I don't think I have anymore tears left on me. Now I'm very tired from all the crying". "That's totally understandable" she replied. "So listen. You remember the girls you saw the day you woke up? Well they have been calling nonstop. They're desperately trying to see how you're doing emotionally and physically. I know they all would love to see you. The doctor told them to  stay away for awhile till you're well enough to go home. I didn't want you to think that they had abandoned you or anything like that. The doctor said that your scans are all clear, your lab work is normal, and you're physically overall much better than where you were when you came in here. He's going to discharge you tomorrow morning.  The girls have offered to take you home and help you recuperate at your home. Is that okay with you?" After some thought I agreed because from what it seems, I'm all alone in this world and they seem to love me. Where even is home? Maybe they could help answer my many questions because they seem to know me very well.