That's all I could see, you know, the shapes you see when you press down on your eyelids.
I heard voices, soft ones, harsh ones, all sorts. I tried to lift my eyelids, with relief, they opened.
Mum sat on the chair next to me, her left arm in a sling and a few stitches on her face. She had a tube grip on her ankle but apart from all that, she was fine. She hugged me and the doctor with a high red topknot examined me.
"Hi Summer, please may you follow the light with your eyes?"
I nodded, sipping some water. The nurse asked me to wiggle my toes, so I did.
"Um, Mum? Where's Morgan?"
She sighed and patted my shoulder,
"Sweetie, Morgan's hopefully going to be okay, but she's very shaken up and tired. Nick's with her right now, in the private wards. Now, she's cracked her ribs, sprained her ankle and broken her collar bone. She has a slight concussion but she's speaking and awake so things are alright at the moment."
At the moment?