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[hr][i][color=gray]Wingram Clinic[/color][/i]
[sub][@Nanaya][/sub][hr]

Sleep brought a sense of calmness, but peace would not find Ciara. Not now.

Delirious-ness brought on hyper-vivid dreams, and Ciara found herself sitting in a chair with her back against the wall, staring at her mother and father preparing breakfast. A blanket was wrapped around her, and she felt so tired.

Eggs and potatoes were fried, milk placed in cups. The aroma was heavenly, heavy with the smell of comfort. But was most comforting were the small smiles her mother would shoot Ciara's way every so often, or the look of warmth from her father.

She was tiny. The chair felt massive under her. She must have been young. But this was her life, wasn't it? Living with her parents. Eating normal food, feeling full…

The hunger in her stomach brought her to the table, shrugging off her blanket. But no matter how many eggs and potatoes she ate, or milk she drank, it wasn't enough. The gnawing hunger in her belly was still there, begging- no, [i]demanding[/i] for more food. 

She ate, and ate, tears beginning to fall down her face. Before she noticed her parents had froze entirely. Both were looking at her with side glances, faces dark. Suspicious. 

The tinkle of glass falling, and the drip of spilled milk as Ciara felt hands around her neck, falling back in her chair. From the floor, she struggled weakly, looking up at her parents, who had wrapped their hands around her throat.

She coughed and choked, but it wasn't enough to wake her. Instead, Ciara's breathing in the hospital bed became quick and shallow, indicating some kind of nightmare…

Little did she know this would be just the beginning…