Anna entered the room and locked the door. She started pacing back and forth. It couldn't be happening, but it was. She had to be realistic. She couldn't live without the man she loved. He wasn't just the man she loved. He was her only friend. She had no one else. Without him, she had no will to go on living. She looked at the window.
She was so distressed, and her thoughts were screaming so loudly in her mind, that she didn't hear the people calling her name, desperate outside the door. She went to the window and tried to pull it up, but it was jammed. She pushed for a while, but the handle wouldn't budge. Anna discovered at that moment that she hated that kind of window. Who had been the asshole who had closed it? She remembered that it had been raining, and the window had probably been closed so that it wouldn't get wet inside. That didn't matter now. She went to the bedside table and picked up the lamp. She began to break the glass of the window and then the sharp shards, a care that was not in keeping with her intention. Why worry about the cuts the pieces of glass would make to her body if she jumped to her death? And suddenly she heard a crash. She looked back, and saw the large man who had hit her rushing towards her, Sarah, and Allister's wife coming after him. She raised the lampshade and hit him on the head with all her might, and it was with malevolent satisfaction that she saw him topple over, feeling avenged, victorious, and returned to her task of breaking the glass. She felt strong arms and a delicious scent as someone held her. She turned and met the cold eyes of All's son. She tried to hit him with the lamp too, but someone managed to knock the object out of her hand, and without realizing that the nurse had entered the room with a syringe and was approaching, she began to kick, hit and bite, until she felt a sting on her arm and her eyes became heavy almost immediately, and she saw nothing more.
Anna felt the headache, and when she tried to get up, not only did the pain intensify, but she realized that she couldn't move. She opened her eyes and the light from the lamp hit her like the sun itself, and she closed them again. She heard a chair dragging and someone approaching. She turned her head sideways so that her eyes wouldn't feel the effects of the direct light on them, and saw a woman in her thirties staring at her amiably.
"I can't feel my hands and feet." She said to the woman, but knew she wasn't a nurse. She was wearing a black suit. The woman smiled, and looked even younger. Anna liked her.
"You had to be restrained. The nurse gave you a sedative to calm you down..."
"That's a good way to finish me off. Put me in a mental institution and forget me rotting there." Anna said, feeling that her throat was dry, but too lazy to ask for water.
"It would be a more dignified fate, but... No. No one will put you away." The woman said it simply, but it made Anna certain that they hadn't thought of that horrible possibility.
"All?"
"He's waiting for you, where you left him."
Anna closed her eyes. She remembered their conversation. He would die. There was no point in her staying alive, and she felt she didn't want to. All's son could do her the kindness of carrying out his threat.
"Give me more sedative." Anna asked resignedly. She wanted to isolate herself from the outside world.
"Are you in pain?"
"Yes."
"I'll call the doctor..."
"No. It's not pain that a sedative will solve. It's the pain of living. I need something to take me out of reality..." Anna thought of her father. She understood what she really needed. But she couldn't ask for it. Not yet.
"You're experiencing the loss of a man who is alive." The woman commented with genuine sadness.
"I'm just anticipating it. It's going to happen, soon."
"You can't be sure. Soon is too vague. It could be any day. I could fall and hit my head on the way out of here and die, but the man you say you love is lying in the next room, perhaps living out his last hours, last days, last weeks, last months, last years, missing the one person who could say goodbye to him and make the time he has left a quality, happy time... But you're too busy feeling sorry for yourself. We can't be happy tomorrow, Anna. We only have today for that."
Anna tried to move her hands, but they were tightly bound.
"Let me go." Anna demanded.
"You're not going to attack me?"
Anna smiled weakly, against her will.
"I think you know how to defend yourself."
"Yes. But for that I'd have to hurt you, and I don't want to."
"Then that makes you the only person out of this queue."
"I don't think so. Your father..."
"No. I don't want to talk about him. It's because of him that I'm involved in this mess."
The woman began to untie Anna's hands and feet, and when she had finished, she helped her to her feet.
Anna immediately realized that she wasn't in the room she had been staying in. This one was bigger, and had a large bed. She was lying on a table. She stood up and saw the wooden window and frowned.
"We're not in the same apartment." She concluded.
"No, Anna. You're in your new home." She said sadly and the radio in her hand made a noise. She picked it up and answered the call, then looked at Anna again and gave her a quick smile.
"Do you want to see the boss?"
"Yes. Of course. Is he here too? You said he was in the same place, in the next room, I thought... You said this is my new home?"
"He's in the same apartment that you destroyed with a lamp. The next room was a figure of speech to express how close you are to happiness. I'll take you there."
"Why don't you bring him here?"
"Because it's closer to the hospital."
"Then that's where I want to live too!"
"The boss won't allow it. If you're going to die, it'll have to be his way."
Anna stared at her and knew she was talking about Allister's son. She quickly realized that she shouldn't ask too many questions about the chief, because they were too afraid of the man's evil.