Today's OneWord: Hospital
Sierra didn't know how long she had been in the hospital. And when she asked, the nurses and doctors didn't seem to remember. They acted as if she had always been there - always a part of the scenery, with the IV needle stuck deep into the crook of her emaciated arm, the continuous beeping of the heart monitor drilling itself into her brain like a parasite. She wanted to call her parents - but she couldn't remember what their phone number was. Or where they lived. Or what they looked like.