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Day and night are intertwined.The same faceless man spoke to her in an unfamiliar language, oblivious to the danger that threatened her. Faceless people came and went from her room, bringing out little cups of poison for her to swallow.Meanwhile, voices from inside the furnace spoke to her, and Satan was hiding under her bed, waiting for her to wake up.As soon as her feet touched the floor, Satan would grab her and drag her out of the bed and into the big hole under the bed.Down there in the cellar, Satan's man in black would be waiting to execute her with a scalding instrument. She didn't want to sleep, she didn't dare to sleep.The pills they gave her all equally knocked her unconscious.When she's asleep, it's impossible to know what they did to her, and that's why they want her to sleep.

An endless nightmare. She refused to get up, and they put a tube in her lower part, and they pulled out more toxins that way.It's yellow and they put that in a plastic bag next to her bed and satan fills up that tube when he pleases and if she pulls that tube out, They'll tie her hands up. A man in white came to speak to her, and he pretended to be kind, but it was only for her to see, and he would tell the people in the cellar what she had told him. Night and day alternated, time stood still, and the newcomer's hands fed her the white poison. Then one day, she suddenly understood what they were saying to her.Their words sounded kind, they wanted her to be comfortable, they were protecting her, they listened to her, and one of them pushed her bed around the room to make sure there was no hole under it.Later, she agreed to be taken to the bathroom, and they removed the tube from her private parts, as well as the yellow toxin bag next to the bed.

The next day, everyone who came to see her had a face and a smile.They built her bed, propped it up with her pillows, and talked to her all the time.Still, they made her take the poison.They told her she was sick, hospitalized, and she had to stay in the hospital until she was better. Where will she go then?She tried not to think about that later. More days and nights passed.The voice from the radiator stopped talking so much, and finally stopped bothering her. Sometimes, she would go outside the room, where there was a television set at the other end of the hall.None of the other patients would talk to her because they were all shut up in their own worlds.She often stood in front of the window of her room, with her forehead leaning against the cold horizontal bar, watching the pedestrians and vehicles passing by outside.Without her, we still live full of energy.

They sometimes take her for walks in the hospital grounds, but never let her go out alone.At that time, the winter snow melted, and snowdrops grew on the edge of the garden. Beatrice.Folsenstrom came to see her.The man who had managed to get Sibylla to talk came with her.Beatrice was impeccably groomed, though she had dark circles under her eyes.She and the man sat down on the edge of the bed, her handbag kept on her lap. The man looked nice and he smiled at her. How do you feel now? Sybylla looked at her mother. I am much better, thank you. The man seemed satisfied. Do you know why you are here?

Sibylla swallowed. Maybe because I did something stupid? The man looked at her mother, who raised a hand to her mouth.If Sibylla got it wrong, the mother would be very sad.oh!No!is disappointed. Don't worry, Sibylla, you're sick, that's why you're here.said the man. She continued to look at her hands.No one spoke for a while, then the man stood up and said to her mother: I will leave you both alone, but not for too long. Only the two of them remained in the room, and Sibylla still looked at her hands. Please forgive me. Her mother stood up suddenly.Don't say that again.

oh!No!She still pissed Mummy off. You are already sick, Sybylla!No need to apologize again for that. Then she sat down again.For a moment, their eyes met, but this time, the mother looked away first.It was not long before Sibylla knew exactly what was going on behind her mother's eyes.Beatrice was angry that her daughter had put her in a situation that was out of her control. Sybylla turned back to study her hands.There is a knock on the door.The man who had asked her to speak was back with a brown folder.He came to the end of Sibylla's bed and spoke to her: Sibylla, your mother and I would like to discuss something special with you.

He glanced at Beatrice, but Beatrice kept her eyes fixed on the floor, clutching her handbag so hard her knuckles turned white. Sibylla, do you have a boyfriend? She looked at him blankly. Do you have a boyfriend?I have a reason to ask. She shook her head.The man came to the edge of the bed and sat down beside her.You may have a physical problem with this disease, you know? is that so? We took samples from you and tested them. Yes I know. It turns out that you are pregnant. Those last two words echoed in her head.She thought of the checked brown blanket. Her whole being belonged to him and only to him, and he was hers.

All in one. All for that moment of intimacy. Everything. She glanced at her mother, and Beatrice must have known it all along. The man who asked her to speak put one hand on hers, and his touch touched her throbbing emotion, shaking her whole body. Do you know who the baby's father is? The two of them, one, united forever. Sibylla shook her head.Mother was still staring at the door, which she really wanted to open and rush out. You are twenty-seven weeks pregnant, so it is not possible to terminate the pregnancy. Sibylla put her hands on her stomach, and the man who asked her to speak smiled at her, but he didn't look happy.

How do you feel? how does she feel Your mother and I have been discussing this. Someone in the next room started screaming. Since you are a minor, your parents know you better than anyone, and we take their views very seriously.As your doctor, I fully support their decision. She stared at the doctor.What decision?They can't do anything with her body, can they? We can all agree that adoption is best for your baby.