No visitors
**Kael**
This revelation hit me deeply, leaving me surprised and unable to understand, let alone accept, this situation. After all, I was in London with the sole intention of seeing her. Then, my sister called me with the news I had been eagerly awaiting: Sarah had awakened and was even talking after the examinations by the medical team. This news had generated enormous expectations in me.
"Are you sure about this, Maira?" I insisted. "Did she explicitly say that I can't come in?"
"I was sharing with her how concerned and happy we all were with the news. However, she made it clear that she didn't care at all about what these people were feeling or not."
The perplexity I felt earlier turned into even greater dismay.
"This isn't Sarah's normal behavior, Maira! She's not that insensitive person."
We were in the corridor leading to Sarah's room, and I was about to enter when Maira came out and stopped me.
"In fact, that's not what you told me about Sarah before we came to England."
My sister made a point of highlighting my terrible mistake that had led to the situation we were in now. I couldn't deny her delicate but entirely true accusation.
"That's precisely why I need to talk to her, Maira," I tried to persuade my sister, explaining the nobility of my intentions. "I need to apologize! I need to tell Sarah how wrong I was to doubt her integrity and believe Rachel, knowing who she really is."
Maira sighed, carrying the evident fatigue of nine days practically living in that hospital, waiting for her newly discovered sister to wake up. I was exhausted too, and on top of that, I carried the weight of my own conscience, which wouldn't leave me in peace.
"I'll try to convince Sarah to see you, but I can't make any promises," Maira expressed her willingness, and I didn't contest her words.
Despite her efforts to persuade Sarah to receive the visitors who had longed for this moment, that day, no one was allowed to see her. The same situation repeated itself the following day, which left me even more frustrated, though somewhat resigned. After all, the fact that she didn't want to receive any visitors indicated that the issue wasn't limited to just me.
Knowing that Bianchi also hadn't been allowed to visit Sarah brought a certain relief, no matter how selfish that feeling might seem. Although I couldn't see her, the fact that she had awakened and appeared to be okay rekindled some hope in me. I dedicated myself to remote work, trying to resolve most of the accumulated tasks in the past few days, which kept me busy while anxiously waiting for the moment when Sarah would allow my visit.
However, by the third day, my patience had significantly dwindled, leaving me extremely agitated. After a series of meetings that day, I decided to go to the hospital to personally talk to Maira and get updates on Sarah's recovery.
"Tomorrow, the doctor will speak with Sarah and provide a diagnosis regarding her actual condition, including the reversal of the spinal cord injury," Maira explained, wearing an apprehensive expression. "For now, she's still in pain and under strong analgesics, which makes it difficult to determine if her paraplegia is reversible or not."
"Let's maintain an optimistic stance and hope for the best news possible," I tried to cheer up not only Maira but also myself. "I believe that tomorrow she will finally agree to see me."
Deep down, my hope was that this would become a reality.
With a mixture of anticipation and anxiety eating away at my insides, I left the hospital that night, clinging to the hope that tomorrow would bring positive news for Sarah's recovery. As I walked to the hospital parking lot, my mind was filled with thoughts of Sarah that consumed me, too dazed by the possibility of seeing her again.
**Sarah**
Waking up after nine days in a coma was both scary and good. Being completely in the dark for all that time was scary, but it also gave me a new lease on life to do things differently.
The first thing I decided was that I wasn't going to be the same silly, fragile person I had been up until the night of the accident that landed me in the hospital. From now on, I was only going to care about myself because nobody had stopped their lives for me. So, it was only fair for me to live for myself.
"Your friends seem to really like you, Sarah."
Maira, my sister who had been a stranger to me until a few days ago, was by my side in the hospital as my companion. I let her continue talking because I realized that if anyone had been as affected as me, or even more, in this whole story, it was her. Maira had been separated from her parents and handed over to strangers because of our mother's selfish and petty whims.
"Looks can be deceiving, I believe you know that," I said between spoonfuls of the soup she was helping me eat.
"I do know that," she confirmed, looking at me with a puzzled expression. "I thought you liked Hillary and Fiori."
"Yes, I'm friends with them," I agreed.
"Then why don't you want to see them? Or your boyfriend, Bianchi?"
"I need some time for myself before I can deal with other people," I repeated what I had been saying since waking up from the coma. "I need to think about a few things."
She always looked for opportunities to ask me questions about that subject, but my response was always the same, and she eventually stopped insisting.
"When will I be able to get up?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"As the doctor has explained to you, recovery for the type of surgery you underwent is a bit slower than we would like, and for at least thirty days, you won't be able to get up."
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