Chapter 4
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At night she was the most vulnerable to the ghosts.
Her dreams would be filled of people shouting, overlapping voices all desperate to be heard. Whenever she had nightmares of her own, the only time she didn't heat them was when she was being dragged into a hospital room with bars at the windows, her family just watching her, never moving, never reacting.
Those nights her throat would be raw.
She had found out later on, when her grandmother tried to comfort her by sleeping in the same bed, she would help chase them away. She wouldn't wake up screaming every night, she managed to sleep through the whole night a couple of times.
The doctor that her grandmother had reluctantly had round due to the neighbours complaining about her screaming had said that they were night terrors, that she would grow out of them. Yet they knew the truth.
"Grandma, I think I was someone else." She couldn't help but whisper one night in the dark.
"I know baby but everything will be just fine." Her grandmother replied, pulling her closer.
Even though she knew she had no right to promise that. That she had made false promises in the past, to her patients, her parents, her siblings. To all the men and women she had loved.
And yet, she knew that she would be okay.
She had her family looking after her.
