*Ring! Ring! Ring!*
"I'll just take this call," she said, pulling her hand away to answer her phone. She left the room, leaving me with my head spinning.
"But..." My eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. A voice from the other side of the room startled me. It was Tyler.
"Ate Sari, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have joked that our parents are angry because you haven't come home yet. I'm sorry if I hurried you, then maybe you are not in a coma," he apologized, tears streaming down his face.
"How long have I been in a coma?" I asked him, the words feeling foreign in my mouth.
"You're unconscious for about 4 months," Tyler replied.
"Ate, I'm really sorry," Frank apologized once again, his voice cracking with emotion.
"U-uhh... yeah, it's fine. I don't really recall what happened so..." I rubbed my forehead, the ache growing with every passing second. "I want to sleep, can you all get out first and please turn off the lights."
