February 26, 2018 5:41 PM EST
In the hall, she could hear voices coming nearer. Every nerve in her body tingled. Primal instincts told her to feign sleep. She closed her eyes, slowed her breathing to a rhythm to mimic peaceful sleep and relaxed as much as she could. As the door creaked open, she had to fight a strong urge to jump out of bed and run. Warnings inside her were screaming at her to run. Her skin prickled as the unknown danger drew near.
Nurse Hilda Crumpmeyer stood at the side of the bed, shaking her head as she looked down at the sleeping young woman. This one wasn't like the rest of her charges. They were all much older, well beyond their prime and had lived full lives from the looks of them. It didn't seem so tragic with them as they didn't have much left to lose. This one though was different. Long jet black hair cascaded down her left side. She was an olive skinned beauty. Not a blemish on her other than from the needle marks and a small bruise where they had knocked her out. She couldn't be more than 25 or 26. If she was, she wore it well. The few times she opened her eyes, in an unconscious state, had shown the most striking sky blue eyes she had ever seen.
As Doctor Fredricks studied the machines hooked to the woman, Hilda wished she could find a way to release her. It just wasn't right taking one so young. She had her whole life ahead of her...
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