A couple hours later, I woke up. I looked around, and realized I could see again. I breathed a sigh of relief, and looked to my right. Eric was laying his head there asleep. He was holding one of my hands. I smiled, and moved my other hand to stroke his hair gently. He looked so cute.<br/>While stroking his hair, I thought. I wondered how my dad was doing. How my brother was. I realized i needed to call him, tell him what was going on since mom had died. I felt well rested. I carefully took my hand out of his, and got up. I was in a hospital gown, and luckily, I had on pajama pants. I walked out of the room, and went to the bathroom.<br/>I also asked the nurse to get me some food, and went back to the room.