3:00 A.M.

XXXII

I always wondered what goes on inside a person's mind one's they drift off into unconsiousness.

Do they dream? Do they feel trapped? Are they also waiting to wake up? Can they hear everything around them but will eventually forget about it once they woke up?

No.

It's all black.

You don't dream or any of those things. Nothing happens. It's just darkness everywhere and the funny thing is it doesn't even feel that long so you don't get tired of waiting. It feels as though you were only thirty minutes unconscious.

I blinked.

There were endless white on my vision and I thought maybe I'm still unconsious or finally dreaming, only my dream has all white surroundings but I shifted my gaze and it fell to a person's back facing me.

Ahh. I'm not dreaming.

"Mom?"

My voice was hoarse and it took a lot of effort to utter that one word. I was almost whispering.

I tried to stir and that's how four pairs of eyes rushed to and surrounded me on all sides.

They all muttered my name in relief. I smiled at them.

My parents were here, including Macy and Paul.

"Tana, honey, don't move. You're still not in your full condition." Mom said her brows knitted with concern.

The last time I saw Mom before I got shot was-

I GOT SHOT!

I moved to see any wound in my body but it didn't took any effort to search for it because as soon as I opened my arms to check, a sharp pain coursed from my forearm just above my elbow.

I then noticed the bandage wrapped neatly around it. There was a blot of imperfect circle of blood at the center.

The pain came from the very center of that blood and around it both numbed and pinched like hell.

Dad help me put my arm down while I winced and bit my lower lip to suppress the pain.

My head was light and my eyes were a little blurry but I can see them enough.

"What happened after I..." My eyes went wide and looked at Dad.

"Dad, Mr. Owen-"

"Is facing hundreds of crimes at the moment. You don't need to worry about that, kid." Dad said and kissed my forehead.

I sighed and felt myself calm.

Paul seemed to remember something as he immediately went for the door while saying, "I-I'll call the doctor."

He dashed off.

"Dad is your wound, okay?" I asked since I last remembered that he had been stabbed.

"Look at you worrying for other people when you were the one who just got shot at." Dad said jokingly as he patted Mom's shoulder who was crying by now.

I smiled at both of them.

I then faced my best friend, Macy and held her hand.

"Wow, must have hurt a lot." Macy said while she eyed my bandage.

I looked at it.

"Yeah but as long as everything's over I'm good." I said and that made Macy smile.

The doctor came and checked up on me. He said that while everything was normal, I still need to cope with more sleep and food.

After talking to the doctor, a nurse came to clean my wound and change the bandage.