When Lucille came to, she was in a hospital bed wondering how she had gotten there. Her head was pounding and she felt dizzy and nauseous. An ashen heavy-set nurse wearing hospital-issue periwinkle scrubs studied her from some distance, jotting notes on a small pad of paper. The nurse brought a glass of water once she noticed Lucille had come to. “There, there, hon, it’ll-be alright. Jus’get some rest,” she said sweetly, “You’wre in’n’accident, but is’gonna-be oKay…”
Lucille looked at the nurse in a daze. Something about her seemed strangely familiar. But Lucille couldn’t quite place what. The nurse smiled, her dark eyes flickering and her unnaturally pointed teeth gleaming from behind heavily painted ruby red lipstick.