"Amera, are you okay? Amera, can you see me now?"
Huh, Ruby?
"Ruby," I murmured after forcing my eyelid open, and she shook her head violently.
"It's me, it's Ruby," I felt her hold my hand.
"Are you okay? You were out for many hours," she leaned closer to me.
"I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"I'm okay; why wouldn't I be? I'll call the doctor." She tried to let go of my hand, but I didn't let her.
"Do you need something?" She turned back to me.
"The... the brothers," I muttered.
"The brothers?" she asked, her eyes widening.
"Yes, the brothers, are they here?"
"Yes," she nodded and then made a sad face. "They're here."
"Okay."
"Okay, I'll call the doctor now." She let go of my hand and ran outside. She returned a few seconds later with a doctor, followed by a team of nurses and residents.
"Ms. Amera," the doctor and nurses checked my signs through the EKG monitor above my head.
"How do you feel, Ms. Amera?"
