
I walk through an empty hospital. It's not like the other buildings I've been in. There are things in here. It isn't clean. There is moss on the walls and grime on the floors. Wheelchairs sit neglected, stretchers and beds have gaping mouths where a human should be sitting or laying.
It's dark, and I feel disquieted. I feel a faint presence beside me, but when I look, there is no one. My companion is gone.
I make my way down empty halls, feeling eyes on me that I never see. It's cold in here. It makes me shiver.
I don't know how long I walk, minutes and hours here would feel the same. I see a body on a stretcher. I feel sick. Why is there a body? Why am I here? Why am I here? Why am I here?
My eyes fly open. I'm pulled out of my dream, hands shaking. I sit up, looking around. I'm where I was before, sleeping in a bed in a small house, my companion in the bed across from mine. I feel safe again. I feel relief.
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