Birds were heard singing from afar. The morning was young, the sun had risen with blood, red upon the horizon.

Inside the hospital, the beeping of the machines reassured the day was to be as boring and monotome as all the beforing days.

Jamie woke in the visit chair. She could've sworn she was sleeping in the couch, but who cares?, the days had become awfully equal since the last time Heather woke up. They had become so lifeless that she could hardly tell them apart, nightmares were more frecuent every time, she had even grown fond on the thought of her being a sleepwalker, it was the only explanation right?

Muffled whispers said through parted lips brought her back to reality, like prayers sweet soft words abandoned Heather lips.

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-Nurse! -She ran into the hallway, bumping into one of the just-arrived girl who was doing her morning rounds- She saying something!

-Calm down, miss. Return to the room, I'll go get a doctor to take a look. What's the room number?

-138. Her name is Heather Jones.

-Okay, thanks miss. -The nurse scribbled it all down on a piece of paper. Before turning to Jamie and saying.- Why don't you go have some breakfast?, and take a walk down the square, it looks like you could use fresh air.

The nurse smiled as she nodded. She took to walk down the hall, halfway down the corridor Jamie decided to look back and saw the nurse running somewhere. "Poor thing. I must've stalled her". Her tired mind wasn't even processing the dessperated beeping of the machine.

She sighed before pressing the elevator button. The nurse was right, she could use some fresh air...