Chapter 50: A Doll’s Disappearance
Sariah
I woke up alone. I was lying in a small bed with spotless white bedding. I felt a lancing pain in one of my hands. Ouch. I looked at that hand. There was an IV cannula in it. I followed the IV line with my eyes. The bag of drips read ‘morphine added’. It had been scribbled onto the bag of saline with a red marker along with the dose and time given. I frowned at the messy handwriting. I was not one to nitpick, but the way in which the words had been scrawled gave them a dripping effect, making them look like they had been written in blood.
The atmosphere was tense. Ominous actually. It was eerily silent with the exception of my quickening heartbeat.
Slowly, the events of the night came back to me. They came in flashes at first, and then, sudde
