Three Hours Later

The sound of squeaking metal woke Myra, giving her some time to view the unfamiliar surroundings around her. White walls, a patient bed.

She was in the hospital. What had just happened?

An elderly uniformed nurse with her long hair in a bun wheeled a trolley with covered plates of food into the room, greeting her with a polite smile. Her name tag glinted as she spoke, taking Myra away from her thoughts.

'Miss, we are serving lunch now. Do you prefer ...