eyes opened, a white wash. ceiling. walls. a door welcomed colour.

     scruffy hair, bristled jawline, droopy eyelids. he stood, frozen, hot black coffee splashing around the styrofoam cup.

     "kyu..." he breathed out. "kyu, baby."

     he hugged the dosed girl, her mind whirling. "where am i?"

     "shh, it's okay," she felt water behind her gown. warm drops, streams. "it's okay. you're fine."

     "uncle..." her touch was surreal, magic. "uncle... who brought me here?"