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I woke up feeling heavy. My head was spinning. I looked around with my bleary eyes and I had this 'WHERE AM I?' moment. Things looked hazy, I couldn't see much around. Someone walked up to me and called for a doctor.

Darn! I was in a hospital.

Ruckus erupted after someone shouted doctor. Mom, pop and Ana rushed in, mom was sobbing, father maintained the customary stoic stance and Ana was touching my face. "You ok", Ana broke the ice. I manage a faint smile for her; it was coupled with a surge in pain. It seemed, I was there for a long time.

Dad told me that the mangled car was reported by the morning newspaper delivery van and I was rushed here. "How is Ray?", I managed it from the corner of my mouth without parting the lips. "Ray is ok, he just step out. He drops in every evening to see you". "Was he not hurt?", I asked. "He was not with you; he walked home after you drove away".

IF NOT RAY, THEN WHO WAS I DRIVING HOME WHEN “STEF” CRASHED?