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One, two, three florescent lamps. Four, five, six. They passed overhead as she was being wheeled quickly through the grey halls. She could not see who was pushing and there was no sound. Where was she? A hospital...she could smell the cleaners, the alcohol, the passing of life to death. Everything was so bright under the bare lights, she wanted to ask what was going on but couldn't find her voice. The gurney suddenly stopped. She waited a moment then sat up slowly. There was no orderly, no one in the nurse’s station, the only sound her own breathing.
It was as if she was moving in slow motion as she let herself off the rolling bed.
Knowingly, Bev turned down a corridor that was darker than the rest of the wards on the floor. Only one room cast light into the hallway. Slowly she moved
