It was the fourth night at the hospital, and Rosanna was getting impatient.

Could the doctors be hiding something?

She was known to worry about everything.

In fact, she worried so much that most of her family kept things away from her.

She was probably overthinking.

The doctors had told her that the operation was common and and that she'd have to rest to monitor in the case of any complications.

She thought about complications and began to worry again.

Doctors and nurses passed back and forth all day. The door to her hospital room was more like a big glass window,

with a green paper curtain over it, the same materials that the surgeons wore,

but had been tied up to the side since the day before.

With only a black and white television and a stack of magazines next to her,

looking out the door gave her something to do.

Do you feel any pain?

The nurse asked, pressing against her stomach.

A little, Rosanna grunted out.

The nurse gave her a suspicious look.

But digging two fingers against her belly like that, or anybody, would hurt. The nurse walked away without saying anything

else. A little rude, Rosanna thought to herself. She was sure she would say something if the

nurse came back.

She had enough of this place anyway.

Sleeping through the beeping sounds of the heart rate monitors and the old machines around the hospitals was easy for Rosanna.

She had two younger brothers at home.

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