It appears so.

As the figure on the bed spoke Mrs Rodriguez let out a loud cry. On her knees by the bedside she threw up her hands and let loose a loud stream of Spanish. I cannot understand very much, but from the context I guessed she had switched from praying for her daughter's return to praising god for a prayer answered. In the week since the accident I had not heard her speak anything but a short sentence in broken English, mostly communicating through her husband. The woman after giving thanks grasped the patient's hand from beneath the sheet and held it to her face with tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, continuing to speak in fast Spanish but thankfully at reduced volume. Doctor Rudkin moved to calm the woman and after a second or two Mr Rodriguez moved to assist her. She still grasped the patient's hand and pressed it to her cheek, but at least she moved back a little and reduced her torrent of Spanish to a whisper.

With the patient somewhat less smothered by Mrs Rodriguez Doctor Hausmann now moved forward. Shining a light from some medical tool her checked the pupil response of the patient as she blinked in confusion and looked from face to face of those around her. I noticed that though she looked to the others in the room when the spoke or moved that her focus would always return to me.

"Can you hear me clearly and understand?" Doctor Hausmann quietly asked, for a mad medical scientist he had a passable and reasurring bedside manner. "If answering is an effort you can nod or even blink."

Those dark brown eyes showed fear and confusion, she must realise from her surroundings that she had been badly injured. If she had last memories of the crash whether those memories were Andy's or Rosanna's she would understand how she ended up here. In the event she answered Doctor Hausmann with all three of his suggestions, first blinking those long dark lashes before nodding slightly.

"I understand." The voice was soft and feminine, but clear enough for us all to hear.

The patient's face looked puzzled as she heard her own voice clearly for the first time. Her head turned slightly and I realised she was looking at her slim forearm and small hand held to Mrs Rodriguez's tear dampened cheek. She looked completely bewildered.

"My voice, my hand?" She whispered and looked back to me imploringly. "Suzy?"

"Could you tell us your name?" Doctor Hausmann asked her.

"My name?" There was a pause, only a second or two but the room except for soft whispered Spanish fell quiet. "Andy Johansson. There was an accident...a truck."