**Chapter Eight**
**Amy**
I woke up to the soothing voice of an elderly woman with the most beautiful blue eyes.
“Ah, my patient is finally awake. How are you feeling, dear?” She asked as she fluffed my pillows and pulled down the sheets.
Her grey hair was tied in a bun on top of her head, and the fine lines across her face told me she had seen her share of challenges.
“Sore…and thirsty.” I managed to say with a very dry mouth.
She smiled while picking up a cup of ice chips from the nightstand, which she placed in my hand – the one that wasn’t throbbing with pain. I dropped a few chips in my mouth and just enjoyed the sensation of being able to move my tongue normally for a few seconds.
“I honestly didn’t think miracles happened anymore, but you two proved me wrong last night.” The elderly lady continued, shaking her head as she spoke.
“Miracles?” I asked, more confused than before.