"I'm thirsty."
"I know." The nurse finished taping down the young girl's IVs to the sound of that familiar squeaking.
"Where's momma?" the girl asked, keeping her eyes trained on the nurse the entire time. Good.
"I don't know, honey," said the nurse softly.
She did know.
Squeak.
"What's that noise?"
"Just the wheels, darling, just the wheels."
"The wheels for what?"
"Never you mind, dear."
The nurse turned to a note left on the girl's bedside table.
Transfer patient away from morgue. Mortuary tables too loud.
She read it once, twice, clicked her tongue. Better get on that.
YOU ARE READING
saline
General FictionThe hospitals are full, and the rivers are empty. The most severe drought ever seen by mankind has hit. And they're running out of the only thing buying them time. Saline.
