Chapter 61 Sweet Dreams, Gattina

• The sound of my footsteps echoes through the hospital corridors as I desperately search for a safe place. Minutes drag on, and my breathing is interrupted by anxiety.
• Finding a slightly open closet, without hesitation, I enter and close the door, finding temporary refuge. The colic I feel seems to be just a grain in the whirlwind of emotions that afflict me.
• The air feels heavy, and breathing becomes almost impossible not only because of the claustrophobic space, but also because of the flashes of the macabre scene that persist, creating an incessant loop in my mind.