When Ariana awoke from her slumber, she found herself in the bed. As consciousness gradually returned, she instinctively held her lower abdomen with nervous anticipation. The memory of the searing pain in that region before she succumbed to unconsciousness still lingered. Had she lost her baby?

"Fear not, for your baby is safe and sound." As if sensing her thoughts, a reassuring voice interrupted her anxiousness.

Relief flooded through Ariana, a cascading wave extinguishing her earlier fears. She suddenly became aware of a presence beside her. Turning, she saw a tall, slender doctor donned in a white coat, his gold-rimmed spectacles on. His youthful countenance spoke of a man in his mid-twenties.

“Are you okay? Do you still feel bad?" Inquisitively, the male doctor cast a sidelong glance at the array of medical apparatus. Every reading was within the bounds of normalcy, except for a slight drop in blood pressure—a common occurrence for those rousing from a coma.

It was this doctor's cool and collected voice that resonated in Ariana's ears as she stirred from her half-awakened state. Suddenly, she recalled that she had uttered some words during that haze, but she could not remember exactly what she had said and did not dare to ask the doctor in front of her.