The last thing Miguel remembered was falling in the air. When he next cracked open his eyes, he was met with florescent lights on a ceiling he didn't recognize. He blinked, and it took a few minutes for his foggy brain to piece it together: a hospital.

"Miggy! Gracias a Dios!"

He tried to turn his head to the sound, but something held his neck in place. Thankfully the voice came into his line of vision. "Mom…."

She had tears in her eyes. She looked so relieved as she kissed him on his forehead, repeating his name over and over.