Once again, Jasmine smelled the intense aroma from automatic aerosol air freshener. Pine scent. The scent brought her back to her senses. She didn't know for how long her soul wandered, trapped in the zone between life and death.
The blinked eyelids slowly opened. It was late at night. Leonardo had turned off The leading lights. The dim light made Jasmine's eyes adaptable, not dazzling.
[Where am I? Hospital again?] Jasmine saw a bag of clear liquid hanging above her head.
[So I'm not dead yet?] Jasmine thought.
Jasmine tried to move her limbs. Checked if all her nerves were still functioning, checked if all her senses could still feel, and last checked if there was still a fetus in her womb.
However, a handheld her hand. The owner didn't move, still slept on the edge of the bed, held Jasmine's hand. The man's shoulders limp. He was tired after a whole day of fighting for the life of the woman he loved.