头痛欲裂，像是被谁用了擀面杖狠狠砸过太阳穴。林晓挣扎着睁开眼，刺目的阳光让她费力地眯了眯。陌生的天花板，带着点霉味的灰尘在光线下飞舞，耳边是嗡嗡作响的电流声，还有隐约传来的女人哭诉声。

“妈！爸！”林晓attempted to sit up but found her body heavy as lead, limbs stiff and unresponsive. She tried again, this time calling out louder, her voice hoarse with disuse.

The crying stopped abruptly, replaced by hurried footsteps. A moment later, her mother burst into the room, her face pale with worry. “晓晓！你终于醒了！吓死妈了！”

A man, her father, hurried in behind her mother, also looking pale but relieved. “You’re awake! Good, good! How are you feeling?”

林晓 tried to respond but found her throat tight. She looked around the room, unsure where she was. The furniture was old-fashioned, the bed frame made of wood, the sheets thin and slightly faded. This wasn’t her room.

“The hospital is far away,” her father explained, noticing her confusion. “You had a serious accident.”

An accident?林晓’s mind raced, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. She remembered a car crash, the screech of tires, the impact, then nothing.