Three days later…
“Kristel—”
“Leila? Is that you?”
“Yes, Kristel. How do you feel?”
“Why are you here?” She’s trying to figure out where she is.
“Silly. I am not just a doctor. I was your best friend and your child’s godmother!”
“So we are, too!”
At the door, her two friends named Lorraine entered the ward and rushed toward her, circling her bed.
“Then my baby was alive.” Kristel caresses her belly. She was relieved that her child was safe. She stifled, then said, “You guys... Am I back in Brooke City now?”
“I haven’t permitted you to travel home yet. You need a few more days of rest. Otherwise, you might have a sign of miscarriage.”
“Oh, then I’m still in Paris… How about the competition? How many days have I been in a coma?” Kristel looked around. She tried to recall everything that had happened before she lost consciousness.