Isabella sat in the middle of the white walled room, surrounded with nothing but white lights, walls, a metal table and the chair that she sat on.
The steal chair across the round metal table was empty, which made her feel slightly anxious.
The door to the room opened up and Pamela walked in, alongside her Polynesian caretaker, who seemed much more polite and sweet as compared to the last nurse, who even looked scary to Isabella.
The care taker gently placed Pamela on the chair and smiled at Isabella that it was okay for her to go ahead and talk to her mother, while she gently took a step back.
Isabella smiled at her and after a moment of consideration, she then gently called onto her mother.
“How are you?”
Pamela was only silent and still looked weak.
She was looking down through
