Her eyes twinkled. She sauntered towards me, smiling.
When she was beside my bed, she looked at the machine I was attached to, adjusting
a few knobs.
“What can I do for you Mr. Drayton?” she asked, leaning
close to me.
“I, I need to confess something.”
“Oh?” her eyes lit up.
“Yes. I killed people when I was younger. And I never got
caught.”
The nurses’ smile grew even wider.
“Same.”
Before I could react she stood up and turned a dial. My
vision blurred and my heart raced.
No comments:
Post a Comment