(Author's POV)
"Hey~ … Ra-ra, it's me," a voice, all too familiar, reached Myra.
Myra's rigid body relaxed on its own. With a weak voice, she said, "Ye~lena~ …"
"Ummhmm~ … do you need something?" Yelena asked.
"Can you~ please~ … switch on the light~ … and help me up," she said weakly. Without uttering a word, Yelena adjusted Myra's bed and turned the lights on. She then walked towards the window and pushed it open as a fresh morning breeze blew in gently.
She sat back, took Myra's hand once again and asked, "Do you need anything else?"
Myra shook her head, glanced around and asked, "Where is~ …. Dad?"
"Uncle Will had gone to get some breakfast. He didn't want to leave you, but I insisted and sent him out," Yelena said, trying to lighten the mood.
"When did you~ …. when did you arrive?" Myra queried.
"Last night …. Grandpa also came. After seeing you, he returned to the hotel," Yelena mumbled. "You tell me? How are you feeling now? Should I get something for you?"
