Lisa took a long look in the mirror in the small bathroom. This used to be the director of Alchemilla Hospital's room, so it afforded her some privacy. She didn't look like she belonged here; she just looked like a normal woman. Though she checked time and time again, no parasite grew on her back like the others. Whatever kept her alive all these years must have been something else.
She wanted to see the sun again, to talk to someone who was kind, to help people like she used to. She didn't need the drug anymore, and now her life could be hers. But how would she get out? Harry had, but the creator of the world wanted him to leave. But no would be saving her, not after all this time.
She looked down at the sink in resignation. Maybe she deserved this hell. On the right side of the sink sat a loaded pistol she had found on one of her few excursions around the hospital.
Clenching her fists, she had a surge of bravery, or maybe it was stupidity. She grabbed the pistol, unlocked the front door, and found herself standing out in the hallway.
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