Sunlight pierced through her eyelids. Too bright. She didn't like it. Her back. It was bleeding. White feathers scattered around her. A pure white dress, stained by blood. Someone shaking her.
"Miss? Miss! Are you alright?"
He stopped shaking her. A yell for help. Blood. Blood. Blood everywhere.
Where am I?
She couldn't open her eyes. Too bright.
A nurse bustled from the patient with bandages wrapped all around his body, to the patient with a bandage around his head. She was like a squirrel. Bustled there. Bustled here. She was going to die in a few days. A man is going to try to steal her purse. One stab. Two stabs. A third stab. Her body thrown in the canal. No one shall find her, till 10 days later. A few beds away, a girl slowly opens her (e/c) eyes.
She blinked. Hey eyes were fogged over. It hurt. Everything ached.
She struggled to sit up, tongue dry, throat sore. Her (h/c) hair was messy, going in her eyes. Her (s/c) hands were scarred badly. How did that happen? She did not know.
"Hello, miss!" The nurse bustled over.
Marion McGee. 43 years old. Daughter of the factory worker, Alice McGee. Time of death? 9:37 on Thursday. No comment shall be added. She blinked. How did...
The nurse took her temperature and give her a small smile.
"You're like lucky you made it through the night. Excessive bleeding! Several stab wounds! Your heart stopped!" The nurse had a nasal voice, a bit high pitched. Nice eyes though.
The nurse gave a frown. The girl didn't talk. Could she talk? God, she didn't want to decipher sign language. The nurse repeated herself.
"You're lucky..."
The girl stared up at the kindly face. Then looked around wildly. The nurse set a gentle hand upon her shoulder.
"It's alright dear. You've suffered an awful shock." The nurse said. Awful shock?! I don't know who I am! "But there will be a gentleman coming along to collect you shortly."
"Who?" Her voice was strained, broken.
"Apparently, he is of some aquaintance. You'll be in safe hands."