The hospital is eerily quiet, our steps echoing through the halls. Visiting hours are long over, and night shift reigns.
Vanessa is unfazed by the creepy quality of the place at a late hour, but I jump when the elevator dings, signalling its arrival in front of us.
"You okay?" she asks, concern knitting her brows.
Selene—who's finally out from beneath my bed, though she refuses to talk about why she avoided me for the rest of the day—leans against my leg in silent comfort. "It's just so quiet. I'm not used to hospitals without people bustling around."
There's a giant machine coming down the hall in our direction, cleaning the floor with whatever algorithm powers its movement.
I always wondered how hospitals kept their floors so clean. I guess everything's automated these days.
Vanessa nudges me onto the elevator, pressing the button for my mom's floor before we've all even made it in.
