[She is blinded by a flash of white, anger jolting through her like electricity. Justine shakes her head, trying to reorganize her thoughts.] No. [She doesn't remember waking before but she knows the signs, blood on her fingers, this haze. They'd probably given her something to make her sleep.
Justine has never liked hospitals.]
I'd like to leave. Please.
[Her voice comes out as a whisper though she begins to slowly unhook herself from the bed. There is still an IV in her arm which she carefully extracts before tearing the tap that held the sensors against her pulse.]
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Justine has never liked hospitals.]
I'd like to leave. Please.
[Her voice comes out as a whisper though she begins to slowly unhook herself from the bed. There is still an IV in her arm which she carefully extracts before tearing the tap that held the sensors against her pulse.]