One day, when you were nineteen, there was a loud boom that erupted through the house. Sirens went off, there were people screaming, and crashes everywhere. Fire ripped through the house, and killed everyone who didn't manage to get out in time. Except you. You put up a wall of wind that kept the fire from you. But it was exhausting. You tried to stay focused, but you couldn't. Then you fell asleep. You woke up in a hospital hours later. A doctor walked in a few minutes after your awakening. "Ms.... Uh sorry ma'am, but what's your name?" "F/n. F/n Lasci." You stated. The doctor's warm hearted smile became a sorrow carrying frown. "I'm sorry to say this Ms. Lasci, but Clementine and Joan didn't make it." You sat there in silence. "I'm sorry for your loss." You were overjoyed by this news, but pretended to be upset for obvious reasons. You faked a sad sigh before taking a deep breath and sitting up straight. "Sooo, is something wrong with me or can I go?" The doctor looked at his fancy shmancy clipboard, then back at you. "You have little to no injuries and your in stable condition, but you're being let out tomorrow since it's 11:30 pm, and you seem pretty drowsy." "Oh k." "Have a nice rest Ms. Lasci." "Night doc." You yawned. He smiled, gave a slight wave, and left. And you fell asleep.