The amount of people in the police station is quiet overwhelming. 

I held my breath and shut my eyes closed every time someone passed through me, as if that made a difference.

"Detective Kuznetsov!" Someone called out and walked towards us, "I thought you were heading home, you looked a bit ill." 

"I'm fine, Mr. Reed," Victor tried laughing it off, "I just felt bad for her."

"It's a shame, she was so pretty. Maybe even your type-"

" 'Was?' Did she die?" Victor interrupted, looking at me from the corner of his eyes, maybe hoping I didn't really hear what the guy said.

"No, no. Sorry, I guess I worded it wrong. Did you want to see her?"

"You know where she is?" 

"As a matter a fact," Mr. Reed pulled out his notepad and pen and began scribbling, "I was just about to see her tomorrow. ICU isn't allowing anyone at the moment, so you have to go first thing tomorrow morning," he tore the page and waved it next to Victor.

"Thanks," Victor said as he grabbed the paper.

"You know-"

I couldn't hear. I looked around; I saw people were still talking, but I couldn't hear a damn thing.

"Victor?" I called out, but he didn't hear me.

It's as if I'm gone.

"Hello?" I heard a small voice call out.

I looked by the elevators. 

A small child, no more older than 8 years old; she had a pale complexion, green eyes, and black hair in uneven pigtails.

"You can see me?" she called out again. She held her light brown teddy bear. 

"What is your name?" I somewhat yelled, making sure she can see me. I wanted to go to her but I am unsure where I am, either.

"Help me find my mommy," she asked, not moving from where she is.

I looked at her, and back at Victor.

"Help. Me find. My. Mommy," she said- but this time, her voice had an eerie feel.

The lights began flickering.

I looked up at her face once again as she dropped her teddy bear to the white tiled floor.

Her eyes began dripping down blood.

And she began running my way.