NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

A frail-looking girl was stretched on the bed, her eyes closed, She looked emaciated. Tubes ran in and out of her, and she looked like her life was only hanging on a thread. I blinked as if to see clearly, but no matter how much I shut my eyes and opened them, it was the same person, my sister, Anna. I couldn't proceed into the room.

"Anna," I said under my breath. "No."

I walked closer to her, my feet shuffling on the floor. I touched her face and her eyes fluttered ...