As Becky comes to; someone is shaking her to wake up. It is the security guard. The neighbor, who had greeted her earlier, is bending over the body on the bed. Becky scrambles to her feet.

“Oh my God what have you done to yourself?” She is dead isn’t she?” Becky turns to the man by the bed; she remembers the empty bottle next to the half full glass of water

“Her body is still warm” the neighbor replies, his frown start to deepen. He straightens up and pulls the stethoscope off from behind his ears “I can still feel a faint pulse but I am not too sure. We need to get her to the hospital immediately”.

“My car is outside” Becky says shivering.

What is this that she had done? Why? The neighbor is already talking to someone on the phone. “Yes get the ambulance to my place quickly’’

Becky stares at him questioningly.

“It is my hospital. I am a doctor they should be here soon the hospital is not far. Get my wife quick” he instructs, turning to the security guard who is standing limply by the door. He quickly pulls himself together and bolts off.

“I cannot be too sure,” he continues, “but looks like your friend took an over dose”.

Please God, Becky prays. Do not let her die. Forgive her for whatever reasons she did what she did. Please God, let her live. Why would she want to take her life? It does not make sense at all. It must be a mistake or a wrong prescription. Yes that is the most plausible explanation, wrong prescription. Becky feels numb as she stares at the motionless body on the bed.

The distant sound of an ambulance siren reaches them. At last! Help. Becky hopes it is not too late. Why? Why? She shivers. For the first time in a very long time, Becky is afraid, a painful, consuming fear begins to spread all over her.