Doctors and nurses ran around past the dozens of patients that flooded the corridors.
Det. Cindy groaned when she woke up in the hospital bed that morning, still groomed in her hospital gown and a bandage wrapped around her arm.
She yawned, still groggy with sleep. He head felt heavy, the sedatives still running in her system. She hated how weak and starved and stuck and sick she felt. She wanted to get out of that place. It was making her sicker.
The door swang open and a red-haired nurse stepped in, with a bright smile on her face. Same sweet nurse from the previous night.
She strode towards her, her gaze fixed on Cindy and she asked softly,
"How are you feeling this morning, Ms. Paul?"
"Like getting out of this place," she muttered.
"I'm sorry but that can't happen, Ms. Pa
