Daryl slowly opened his sleepy eyelids, his vision was blurry. He had no idea where he was or how long he has been asleep, but there were some hazy scenes running through his head, suggesting him that he had already woken up a few times.

He looked around the room, noting it’s hospital appearance, finally laying his gaze on a woman standing next to a nun as she filled a bathtub with warm water.

The woman seemed familiar to Daryl, but he couldn’t recall where he had met you.