It had all happened in such a blur. One moment you were driving along and the next you were being taken in an ambulance. The next few days you had drifted in and out of consciousness not remembering what was real and what was a dream.

As you finally opened your eyes and they adjusted to the light, you found yourself laying in a hospital bed attached to fluids and drips. Your body ached and your movements were sluggish and sore.

Before you had time to question anything a figure emerged from behind the curtain. A nurse with long black hair tanned skin, her curves filled her blue scrubs and stretched parts to their limits. She wore a friendly smile as she stopped at the end of your bed.

“Finally awake, huh? I’m Camila, I’ll be your nurse.”

Her tone was gentle and warm, her voice having a slight Colombian accent to it.

“Can I get you anything?”