Chapter SixVisitation
The woman with black hair wearing an teal nurse's smock and pants stepped around the hospital bed. She moved on silent shoes trying hard not to wake the patient who was old, and feeble looking.
I viewed the whole scene from above, as though floating like a cloud above them. I wasn't sure what to expect, or why I chose to be here looking in. And, it wasn't like before, when I was in a coma.
Hands covered in blue latex gloves, the nurse took something out of her large leopard-print bag—I wondered why she would have a purse on her. Very strange. This alone told me this lady was not a nurse, and she was up to no good. Her hand came out of the bag with a hypodermic syringe. She uncovered it and raised it to a juncture where the nurses could stick the needle of a syringe
