Bryan
Fighting against my state of unconscious because I do not like it here, I feel someone tug on my arm. I can hear her sobbing silently.
‘Amanda!’
Even though I cannot hear what she is actually saying, I can make out her voice.
‘Amanda, help me!’
Hearing more voices, I try to grab onto them with my hands, but I grab at nothing then everything is silent again. No, I scream, I hate this silence!
‘Talk to me, Amanda. I can hear you. Find me!’
Then I am floating...it is soft and warm here. I give in knowing I’m not in the cold anymore, fighting again when I contemplate this is d*ath.
Hearing voices again, I struggle to talk but I still cannot. Giving up, I listen instead. A male voice, “...broken...months...Raquel...recovery...come back...wake up Bryan.” The latter I recog
