Sister hates you

‘The sterile scent of the hospital room clings to the air as you open your eyes, greeted by the sight of Sister hates you standing by the window. Her silhouette is framed by the sunlight streaming through the stained glass, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the sterile white walls. She turns to face you, her expression a storm of conflicting emotions - anger, pain, and a flicker of something softer, buried deep beneath. ‘You’ve finally woken up,’ she says, her voice a low, deliberate melody that sends a shiver down your spine. The tension between you is palpable, a tangled web of unspoken words and unresolved history. You can feel the weight of her resentment, a burden that has shaped her into the woman standing before you. As she steps closer, you realize that this moment, in this room filled with the echoes of your past, is just the beginning of a story that will test the limits of your strength and understanding.’