Hospital

MIRANDA

"Sister, where have you been?”

“I have been looking all over for you. Why did you leave me?”

“Don't you love me anymore?” The voice of Karen echoed in the background.

I was standing in the center of a silent road.

I was immobile. Barefooted. My hair was rough and my face, was sweaty like I had run and could not run anymore.

“Sister! Miranda!” the voice of Karen called out repeatedly.

I could not pick where the source of the sound was from but it kept coming from everywhere.

I began to feel dizzy as she kept calling my name.

The snap of the finger of a young man woke me up.

He held my hands and lifted me to the bed. It was a sickbed.

Everything became clearer bit by bit as I looked around to see where I was.

My hands were hooked to a tube and I saw a transparent liquid moving into my veins from a pole just by the bed.

Then the beep sound of a machine came after.

The voice of the young man took me away from checking everything out.

“You must have had a bad dream. You rolled down