Lost

Anya and Caleb had decided that watching a movies was a good way to pass time while they waited for the news of Maya's waking up. They had their eyes glued to Anya's television screen to a horror movie —Caleb’s choice — when Anya's phone vibrated.

Caleb's eye glanced at the wall clock and he noted that it was past 8 pm at night.

Anya tore her eyes from the screen and reached for her phone on the centre table. Her grip tightened around her phone, the screen lighting up with an incoming text. The air seemed to still for a moment before their heart began to race, the message pulling them into a mix of emotions. It was from the hospital.

"Maya's awake. You need to be here now."

A rush of relief intermingled with urgency surged through them. They didn't waste a second to dash out of Anya's apartment to the road, immediately raising their hand to hail a taxi, trembling slightly as they gave the driver the address. The city lights painted streaks of colour across the darkened sky as