A white light

You open you eyes. The room is white and brightly lit. A steady beeping to your right attracts your attention. You see a readout with a blurry green light.

To your left you hear. "Oh, you're awake, hon. Let me get the neurologist."

The hospital room begins to come into focus. You have a pounding headache.

The young, petite, blonde nurse to your left gives you a smile. "Is there anything I can get for you?"

"Can I have something to drink?"

"Sure hon. What would you like?"

"Probably vodka, but I'll settle for some orange juice."

"Be right back."

She is true to her word and back quickly with some rather watered down orange juice. You nurse it. An older gray haired gentleman in a white coat walks in just as you down the last bit.

"Hi there. I'm doctor Cranston. Can you look at this light?"

You follow a pen light left, right, up, and down.

"Very good. Do you remember what day it is?"

"Sunday?" You reply.

"Very good. You young woman are a very lucky girl. Place came down around you and you have nothing more than a very mild concussion and some scratches."

A horrible thought occurs to you. "Are Di, Sara, and Keith ok?"

"If they weren't in that explosion, probably. A policeman has a few questions, I'll send him in while I get your walking papers ready."

The policeman walks in. He comments on you being the sole survivor. He keeps his questioning short and to the point. You answer as best you can, but you simply can't grasp what happened. The police believe some sort of generator blew up. All you know is your two best friends and brother are gone.

You leave the hospital.

The next few months are a blur. You go to work, mostly wearing black, you go to the gym and work off your anger at god, then go home to sleep. You don't even really notice the passage of time. At least until...