I forced my eyes open, everything was a blur of white and shadow.
"Where am I?" My voice came out as a whisper.
"Northern Memorial Hospital," the nurse replied, adjusting something on the IV beside me. "You've been unconscious for nearly fourteen hours. Stab wound to the chest, missed your heart by centimeters. You're lucky to be alive."
I tried to swallow. "Who brought me in?”
The nurse nodded toward a corner of the room. "That young lady brought you in. She said she witnessed everything."
I turned my head slightly. A girl, probably in her early twenties with a messy ponytail and concerned eyes, offered a small wave.
"You saved me?" I whispered.
She nodded. "I was at Giovanni's celebrating my graduation. Saw everything. I used to be a lifeguard, so I knew to apply pressure until the ambulance arrived. Then I rode with you here."
"Thank you," I whispered.
"What about my husband? And Tara?" I asked, wincing as I tried to sit up.
The nurse's face darkened. She pulled out her phone and pressed play on a voicemail.