Looking into the rearview mirror with the intention of shifting to the farthest lane, Sabrina flicked on her indicators and pulled over, reaching for her phone to dial the police.

Just as she did, a massive crash sounded.

The airbag exploded into life, and a surge of pain pierced her skull as dizziness overtook her.

As Sabrina drifted into unconsciousness, it dawned on her that a white car had been tailing her all this time.

The screeching halt of brakes was the last sound she heard before a booming explosion ripped through her car, leaving it aflame and reduced to a metal skeleton.

This horrifying image replayed in her mind, awakening her from unconsciousness to a throbbing headache.

The distinct scent of antiseptic hit her nostrils, confirming she was in a hospital.

Her vision was hazy, and she blamed it on the long sleep. She rubbed her eyes, hoping to clear her sight. Despite her efforts, her world remained blurry.

Sabrina's heart pounded with unexplainable fear and dread.

"You are awake." A female voice echoed.

In her impaired vision, Sabrina followed the voice, seeing the rough outline and color of the woman's clothes but not her face or attire detail.

A similarly dressed man loomed nearby.

On either side of her bed were additional beds, where patients engaged in conversations with their families.

"Miss, I'm a policewoman." The woman advanced, guiding Sabrina's hand to a badge on her shoulder. "You've had a mild concussion from the car crash, resulting in a brain hemorrhage. It's putting pressure on your visual nerves, which explains your blurred vision. But don't worry, it'll improve as the fluid is absorbed."

Sabrina's inability to see clearly left her feeling defenseless. She clung to the woman's hand, her voice trembling with anxiety. "And my baby? How's my baby?"

"There's no need to worry. Your baby is unharmed."

"Will my medication harm my baby?"

"I can't provide medical advice. But I can assure you, your injuries aren't severe and there's no mention of any harm to your baby in the medical reports.”

"Oh, thank God." Sabrina let out a sigh of relief.

"Miss,

"Yes."

“Your name?" how are you feeling? Can you recount the specifics of the accident?"

"Sabrina Chavez. My name is Sabrina Chavez."

“And your age?"

"I'm twenty-six."