Day twenty seven; Story twenty seven

I could hear the fluid draining off and the alien glucose flowing profusely across my veins. My father was lying dead to the world on the sofa, while his restless eyes had their gaze fixed on me. I couldn’t sleep. The cannula prevented me from leaning sideways. The doctors had failed to diagnose my illness,…

Room number 201…

As she cleared her throat, Scarlet opened a crinkled sheet of paper and began, “I’ll try to keep this short”, a faded smile appeared on her face as she continued, “Room number 201, patient 364. That is what was her identity to the hospital staff. That’s all they knew about her and that was all…