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Room 304, Saturday evening
Nov. 4th, 2006 08:52 pmAngela sat on her bed, eyes firmly closed, right arm rubbing the sling on her left arm. The creepiest ghost she had ever seen had put her in the clinic overnight.
The night was hell. Every time she tried to sleep, she saw Kevin's hands coming towards her and jerked awake. She'd gotten some Tylenol with codeine in the clinic, and was eying the bottle, trying to decide if she could risk taking another to force her to drift off.
No, she needed to fight this thing, or try to. She made a phone call, figuring talking to someone who knew more about this stuff might help, and waited for Sam. Her door was open for any other visitors as well.
The night was hell. Every time she tried to sleep, she saw Kevin's hands coming towards her and jerked awake. She'd gotten some Tylenol with codeine in the clinic, and was eying the bottle, trying to decide if she could risk taking another to force her to drift off.
No, she needed to fight this thing, or try to. She made a phone call, figuring talking to someone who knew more about this stuff might help, and waited for Sam. Her door was open for any other visitors as well.
