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"Teresa? Where's Teresa?!" Said a middle aged girl as she bursts through the hospital doors. "I just got the call that Teresa was sent here. What happened? Is she okay?"
A nurse walked over and set her down in a chair. She tried to calm the woman down as she ordered the nurse at the front desk to check on Teresa. Miss Pyral tried to calm down by taking deep breathes in and out. About ten minutes ago, she had received a phone call earlier telling her about how a neighbor saw Teresa fall out the tree house. Miss Pyral took a shaky breath as a nurse waved her over to a waiting room. The waiting room was dead silent. She could sense the funeral already. The fall was at least a one or two story fall right onto the hard ground. She watched people come and go. A man walked in and sat across from her.
"Miss Pyral.. I'm so sorry." He spoke in a scratchy, deep voice. He wore a collar and a nice suit. It was the neighbor who saw Teresa fall from the tree. The weeping woman hugged the man and whispered a faint "Thank you."
"Father Simon, do you think Teresa will be okay?" Miss Pyral asked.
"I can not say for sure, but I pray that god is only opening up a new path for her in her life." Simon replied.
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"Guardian of Ms. Teresa Pyrope, she's ready for you to see her." A nurse said as scanned the room.
Miss Pyral shot up from her seat with tears in her eyes. "I am her caretaker. is she okay? What happened to her?". She pleased.
"Ma'am, I am not allowed to share her current state out here. Please come with me." The nurse said as she waved her over to the hallway.
The two walked quietly down a hall and into an elevator. This was the part of the hospital where serious injuries were treated. The nurse stopped in front of room 4-13. The door was closed though a heart monitor could be heard from inside the room. It was a steady beat. She was most likely asleep from the operation. Miss Pyral looked down to meet eyes with the nurse. The nurse had a concerned look.
"Miss Pyral, Teresa is in a coma. She's likely to come out of it. She seems fine though she has suffered major brain damage. We will not be able to tell what damage there is, though it is certain that she will have some type of memory loss." The nurse spoke. She rested her hand on Miss Pyral's shoulder and began to open the door.
Miss pyral put her hands over her mouth as tears rushed down her face. There, lay Teresa. She had a bandage covering her head. She had bandages covering her arms. The woman sat down and dried her eyes. A doctor then walked in. He was more pale than Teresa and wore a mask over his mouth. The mysterious man wore a name tag that said, "Dr. Scratch". The doctor sat down across from Miss Pyral and spoke gently.
"Hello. I am Dr. Scratch. I was wondering what might have caused this. From how the paramedics found her, it looked as if she fell backwards. I was wondering if anything did happen to her which may have caused her to loose focus on what she's doing. Like, anything traumatic?" He asked.
"Well.. a few weeks ago.. something happened.."