Chapter 807

Tiffany looked around and realized she was in a sterile hospital room. She was lying on a hospital bed next to bulky medical equipment separated by a curtain. "Beep—Beep—Beep—" The sound was coming from the equipment. But oddly enough, the machines weren't hooked up to her. Her eyes followed the tangled wires from the equipment, and they extended past the curtain to the other side. A sudden realization struck her. She leaned forward slightly, grasping the edge of the curtain, and slowly pulled it back. Another bed came into view, the blanket on it slightly raised. Above it, there was a thin, skeletal wrist with tubes inserted into it. Even the fingers were hooked up to monitors. When the curtain was fully drawn, Tiffany saw the person lying in the bed. No! Rather than calling it a person, it was more accurate to say it was a pitiful skeleton. Like the wrist, the face was gaunt and sunken, with hollow cheeks and deep-set eyes. The person had no hair, but from the features, Tiffany