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I opened my eyes. I felt weird, I took a glance at my hands and they felt different, I didn’t even know if there should be a comparison of the way they should feel. I looked around and it didn’t took me long to realize I was in a hospital room, there was a woman sleeping on the couch next to me. But what was I doing at a hospital? And who was the woman beside me? Then my head started to hurt. I tried to talk but it felt weird so I just moved my hand and dropped a bottle of water that was on the table next to me. As soon as the bottle touched the floor the woman opened her eyes surprisingly intense and when she saw me awake she started crying and ran straight to hug me so hard I could barely breathe. “You woke up! I can’t believe it! My little angel has woken up!” she shouted. My little angel? I thought.  Who is this woman who is so excited and happy to see me awake. I couldn’t be more confused. The doctor came in rushed and when he saw me his face turned white as snow and called his assistants. The woman had to be forced to wait outside. The doctor took the oxygen off my face and asked. “Can you breathe fine?” I could breathe, not perfectly fine but it was ok so I just ignored the question and desperately asked for help, I was so confused. I begged, hoping to have answers to all my questions but his face seemed to be worried so I knew something was wrong; then he asked. “Do you know who you are?” Well yeah, I thought. I wasn’t sure but I just let myself say “I’m Claire” and that’s when it hit me, I couldn’t remember anything else other than my name, I started shaking and feeling terrified of everything and then the doctor started talking “Claire you were in a severe car accident 6 months ago, you’ve been in a coma ever since…” he started saying more but I couldn’t pay attention anymore. This has to be a dream; this definitely has to be a dream. I was screaming inside of me. “… your mother is the woman that was here a few minutes ago, she’s been here everyday, all of your friends and family have come everyday…” and then I blocked again. Really Claire? Your own mother? I thought. No wonder why it felt so good when she hugged me, I guess my instincts are good. I looked around the room and saw a can of coke and a pack of cigarettes on the table and I somehow remembered the smell of cigarettes, do I smoke? I thought, but then immediately the face of a man came into my mind, it had to be my father! I must be really close to him. It was weird, the fact that what I was trying to remember the most was the accident instead of my own relatives, but then again, that made me feel even more confused. That feeling of curiosity inside of me felt familiar though, I must be a curious person. The doctor kept talking and talking but all I saw was his lips moving, I was too focused on my own thoughts trying to figure out something about myself, anything about myself! I needed some kind of help, some kind of explanation. I felt like crying but I resisted myself not to, because I somehow knew what he was saying to me was only the beginning.