Ember's Dreadful Days.

Weeks later, at the hospital, Ember had finally awakened from her deep slumber. However, her mental state was worse than anyone could have expected. She trembled in fear, curling herself tightly in the corner of her hospital bed. It was as if she was hiding from an invisible threat, her eyes filled with terror.

Concerned, Mr. Millers, Ember's grandfather, approached the doctor. "What's happening to my granddaughter?" he asked, desperation evident.

The doctor sighed, his face filled with worry. "We've tried our best, Mr. Millers, but Ember's condition is deteriorating. The only words she repeatedly utters are, 'Please, I was wrong, don't hurt me.' And she keeps mentioning a name - Scott."

A nurse stood nearby, observing Ember closely. The doctor gestured for her to step forward.

The nurse approached Ember cautiously, her voice gentle yet firm. "Excuse me, miss, what's your name?" she asked in a soothing tone