But they never came back. She could no longer distinguish between their ashes and the ruins. For a long time, she had a great psychological trauma toward open flames.
Even every night, she dreamed of the fire that took her parents. She wandered in the fire, lost, unable to find her dad, her mom, or an exit.
When she woke up, she was already in the hospital. After Sydney returning to the country, somehow Ivana practically lived in the hospital.
The nurse saw her wake up, "Miss Millian, you're awake."
Ivana asked, "Is it serious? Will I need to stay in the hospital a few more days?"
"It's not serious. Just some superficial burns, they might leave scars, but after observation, you can leave soon," A male voice spoke up and Ivana turned her head. It was a young firefighter.
"Your boyfriend is really good to you. He's been waiting for you to wake up." said the nurse.
Ivana wanted to explain, but before she could say anything, the firefighter said again, "You're awake. I'll leave now. Here's my phone number. Call me if you need anything." He hesitated for a moment.
"Winston Applegate," Ivana stared at the paper, murmuring.