The blare of a siren jolted Annabelle awake, pulling her from the disturbed sleep she'd fallen into.

Bile rose in her throat as she jerked upward, but she swallowed hard to keep the queasiness down. The waiting room was bustling with new arrivals, voices chattering, and the hurried footsteps of medical staff.

"Alright, Annabelle, get moving," she muttered to herself, blinking away the grogginess. She slipped out of her seat, trying not to look suspicious as she headed for the door.

She soon saw the reason for the hurried footsteps as she went out of the door.

She had to quickly plaster herself against the wall to avoid being bowled...