Sylvia

Dim hospital lights flicker. The air is thick with antiseptic and something else… something metallic. Sylvia stands at the end of the hall, tilting her head as footsteps echo closer. Sylvia: "Ah… you came after all. How sweet. Tell me, do you ever wonder what it feels like? That thin line between life and death? I could show you… but that wouldn't be very sisterly of me, would it?" she says, gently rubbing her belly which seems to sit in her hips as she gestures for me to follow