Lucia's elbow only had small bandage left on it but the cannula was gone and the pain too. The bruise on her hand had faded to a sickly yellow-green at the edges.She sat up slowly, her eyes travelling through the room.The afternoon light poured through the curtains. A glass of water and plate of freshly sliced mango sat happily on the bed side table. It's probably Rosa's doings. Lucia wasn't interested in anything the table offered her; instead, her hand slipped under her pillow to retrieve her sketchbook. The pencil laid calmly between the pages. She pulled it out and opened to a fresh page.She didn't even know what she was drawing until the lines started forming. A building with glass walls and a courtyard in the center, open to the sky. “It's ambitious but not practicable.” A professor had once told her about this kind of building when she first sketched one like that in her third year of University.Every now and then her mind keeps playing with her. How is she sure she woul
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