90 – A CRAZY IDEA
REBEKKA POV
Constriction, that was what it felt like, it was as if something was pressing my throat on both ends and stopping me from breathing.
Even the oxygen mask that I was given did not seem to totally alleviate the problem.
My eyes kept darting back and forth in my socket as I was looking at the white coats taking care of me and the other patients.
They did not seem to know what they were doing, they just hung an IV bag overhead and put the drip in my arm – the same drip that they had been administering to all the sick patients and not one had gotten better.
I lay there on my bed, panicking, unable to talk or gather the strength to move.
I doubted if Dr Purcell knew what happened to me, he must have been so busy dealing with cases that I doubted if he even k
