My mother-in-law groaned softly and tried to sit up. Her face was pale, her lips dry. My husband helped her sit while I stood motionless, not knowing where to look.

— What… is that? — I asked quietly.

My husband looked at the sheet and turned white as chalk.

— Looks like… she might have fallen somewhere, maybe cut herself, I don’t know…

He examined her hands and saw a small but bleeding cut on her palm. She must have hurt herself on a piece of glass while trying to find her way to us.

Still confused, my mother-in-law mumbled:
— I… didn’t mean to bother you… I just couldn’t find my room…