April 2016. I woke up in a hospital in Paris, with the intermittent beeping of machines providing a consistent and needed calm amidst the flurry of voices.
The words spoken around me hovered in a cloud of foreign disarray, and in a matter of seconds, the comfort I had been building with the language and the confidence I had developed in navigating the city was all torn away.
Waking up, my eyes squinted beneath the harsh glare of the hospital lights. I looked around, whispering a weak, Qu’est-ce qui s’est passé? (What happened?) in an attempt to grasp at any information I could.
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