The noises, the steady beeping of the mashion that kept reminding her that he was still alive and her heart was still beating, still living this night mare. Mornlen looked to he left , past the mashions, to the barred window, mocking her, mocking that she lost her freedom and her sanity. Mornlen had tube running into her arms through needles , with tape to keep them in place, wires connecting to her chest, reading her heart beat. Mornlen started coughing violently, coughing up blood as she sat up and coughed it into a bowl that one of the nurses let. She then felt the coughing fit end as she wiped her mouth on her index finger,since she couldn't wipe the blood off with the back of her hand and risk ripping on of the IVs out. Mornlen was cursed, infected, her day were numbered and the doctor didn't know what was wronge with her. She laid back down, wishin she could throw the beaping mashion out the barred window, it was about to drive her insane.
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