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After last night's occurrence, the hospital has suspended me for medical negligence. I was the one in charge of supervising Mrs.Diana. Yet another person had died because of me.

Oh, what a sinful cursed woman I was!

Since then, the buzzing won't stop. I feel dizzy. I feel controlless. I feel like Eve beholding the apple.

I look out my apartment's window.

The apple - Of course!

It wants me. It needs me. I feel its call coming from the hospital. The hospital is miles away, but I feel it.

It's tormenting me. Unbearably so.

Thus I drive in direction to the hospital.

In my way there I hum The song. Passing every car in front of me, Natalie cannot wait. Poor old woman.

I'm here. Parking is frivolously trivial. And I stop my car exactly parallel to the hospital's doors.

I lower my window. Awe.

I open the door. Awe.

Through the other side of the glass automatic doors, I awed.

For in the hospital, I stepped inside. And inside it was

A grand theatre.

Gold lining and red velvet flooded the walls and furnishings.

An illuminated stage, in its centre; the main event.

The audience giggled in anticipation.

She too could not wait to miss the show.

For she would clap. O she would clap.

Silence! The performer is on stage!

She was beautiful in that sparkful dress of hers. But of course! When wasn't she! Quiet! She's raising her arms!

Claire Upington died of cardiac arrest at age 24.