'I'm blind… and in a coma,' she almost wanted to mock.
Suddenly, a strange wavelength struck her mind. An image formed. The moment she saw the gentle man, her heart eased for the first time in ages.
'Maybe… maybe I'm finally saved.'
He assured her, "I know your brother. I'm here to get you out."
Thrill surged weakly through her fragile consciousness. Slowly, painfully, her will to live returned.
She woke from the coma to realize she was still bound to a cold metal bed. She was clothed now, but panic seized her instantly.
She screamed hoarsely, calling out a name over and over. "Joel! Joel!"
The irony was cruel.
Because the gentle voice that had whispered hope into her darkness back then… had belonged to Joel himself.
As she struggled weakly against the restraints, drifting between awareness and darkness, Ivy heard Joel's calm, almost gentle voice echo near her ear.
