She regained consciousness a few minutes back but was too afraid to look around. She slowly opened her eyes, and her fears were genuine.
She immediately felt alone. It was a big room with a high ceiling and old vintage lamps as she looked up. Her mother loved vintage things.
She put her back on the bedrest and sat. It was probably an old hospital ward with many beds, a general admission ward for the commoners. The faded bedsheets screamed of being empty for years. These stretchers were fully rusted and barely standing as if no one had stepped inside this place for years.
What was she doing in such a place?
The thought of being alone put a shiver inside her. She never liked being alone.
"Mother would have comforted me,"- She thought to herself, remembering her time in her village with her mother before she went out to study. She would hold her mother tight and ask her to tell stories. That made her sleep.
The mother's loverly memories instilled some courage, and she decided to get some idea about where she was. After all, She was her mother's brave daughter.
She went out of the ward to an empty corridor. There was thick dust on the floor-no body walked on this corridor for years.
