"The word 'happiness' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."
-Carl Jung
Belle City General Hospital, Belle City, 9:05a.m
Denella's eyes fluttered open and she gasped when she saw where she was. Oh, how she hated coming to places like these. There were the same old, dim lights pattered on the ceiling. She saw a lady dressed in white fidgeting with the medicines as if she didn't know what to do. Her face was long and her skin pale. She wore a light shade of pink lipstick and a thin, silver necklace with an infinity sign hung over the collar of her uniform. The brownness of her hair reminded Denella of her own. The women looked like she was in her mid-thirties.
Denella wanted to find Brandon or Raphael, but had no idea where they were. What if they were in the hospital, too? She had a plan to escape the miserable hospital room. She would pretend to go to the bathroom in her room, but instead leave. She needed to ask the women, but she couldn't find her voice to say it. Anxious to leave, she happened to mutter, "Excuse me, can I please go to the bathroom?"
The nurse quickly spun around, "Oh, you're awake," her voice was soft and sweet, "It's about time. You've been out for about twenty hours now! You had a small concussion, but it's better now. You must have hit your head against something earlier."
"So, can I go to the bathroom?" Denella spelled out slowly.
"Oh, sorry, I totally ignored you before. Of course you can, sweetheart. It's right there."
Denella slipped out of the uncomfortable bed and planted her feet on the ground. Each step she took, she felt as if the whole room were spinning. She dizzily snuck out her room and made her way through the hall and was thankful she wasn't in the condition half of the other people were. On her way there, she noticed a young girl, probably about ten or eleven years old. There were wires connecting her to a respirator machine because she couldn't breathe on her own. Her skin was even paler than the nurse's skin in Denella's room that it resembled a ghost. Her hair was blond and tangled. Her eyes were a light shade of blue and her lips were dried and cracked. She looked so weak, but still struggled to give Denella a faint smile as she passed by. Another nurse came by and gave the young girl the everyday, tasteless hospital food.
"I hate being locked up in here every single day with nothing to do. And to make it worst, I have to eat their nasty hospital food." The girl said to Denella.