Dead Lucky

When I came to, I saw my parents and sister standing by the door, talking to a cop and a surgeon. I felt pea-gravel in my mouth. My body was broken, shattered, aflame. My sister cried out when she saw me looking at them. They came to the bed.

"Do you know where you are?" the doctor asked me gently.

I nodded. My eyes swam. My sister pressed her face against my mother's shoulder.

"Do you remember what happened?"

I blinked hard against the flood.

"Oh, Soriah," my mother cried. "He's dead."

"...lucky," was all I could manage to say.