Caitlyn’s eyes fluttered open. The warmth of her mother was no longer beside her, and while It had seemed overbearing while she was on a constant tube, she found her heart pounding, eyes watering. She immediately calmed when she saw Vi on the bed on the far side of the room though, also off her ventilator.

Ever since the accident, her mind had been a blur. Her entire body hurt, flashes of that night still filling her head. The only constant was the deep red shock of spiky hair beside her in the hospital room.

She gives a small smile and waves, still unsure of her voice. “Vi?” She croaked out.