Chapter 5Her eyelids fluttered, at first taking in nothing. And then, bits and pieces. A bed, its mattress stiff beneath her and the feel of something rubbery beneath the linen. Her eyes opened and details became difficult to take in; everything blurred. Finally, a little clearer and she could make out two metal contraptions at either side of her making of this bed in which she lay a crib. A metallic voice in the air: “Dr. Timmons, Room 354. Stat.”
Above her, a plastic bag of clear liquid hung from a metal post. Miranda traced the clear tube down until she saw it had entered her arm. The IV was dripping sustenance into her.
So she was in a hospital. She was not dead.
Miranda attempted to move her head and with this tiny movement, pain came. The heat and deep bruised feeling of it cascad
