The cold hospital room wasn't welcoming at all. My father laid, static, on the white infirmary bed. He inhaled roughly, and quite boisterously, when I got closer to see his dying features. He was admitted here due to our unfortunate life. My mother and baby sister had died, far too young, which he must have taken the loss really hard. I know I did.

I quietly settled into the hospital chair by the window. The hospital memories, of my little sister and I, began to run through my head. We use to always fight over the doctor's swivel chair while our mother sat in her bad and watched our obnoxiousness. It got to the point where we got in trouble if we glanced at it. Now, I don't have any family around. The nightmares of the funerals ran through my head bombarding it with gruesome dead features and unforgiven sorrow. It felt like I had been buried along by their side.

"Dad, do you remember Milky?" I asked myself as I looked at my dad through salty tears.

The branches scraped up against the window. There was a large storm that brewed outside with gusty wind that quickly escalated to bright lightning which flashed violently. I got up and faced thin window and watched drops of rain race each other down the glass. Lightning struck in the distance sending a great amount of light into the already bright hospital room. Not too long after, thunder rolled across the land and then reverberated within my chest. I looked to my father not startled by the deluge. Lightning struck, once more, and defined the objects in the room with sharp edged shadows.

"I wish you can watch this with me, dad," I whispered glumly as I stared out into the dark.

In the hospital hallways, the staff's footsteps could be heard running back and forth. Storms lead to simple mistakes which have hefty consequences where they all end up here in the hospital. A nurse poked into my father's room to check up on him. I watched her, with eager, as she checked the monitors and fluid bags. She just looked to me, with a practiced blank stare, then turned and walked out the door. I sighed and, once again, watched the storm.

"Shaya?" I turned my head and saw a different nurse pop her head through the door. "There are two men out here requesting to see you. Should I send them in?" I looked at her and listened to the dancing feet.

"Send them in, I guess," I replied. I slumped over looking down at the ground outside the window. The streaks of water morphed everything. The people didn't look like any recognizable human figure as they entered and exited the hospital.

Two men stomped in, which grabbed my attention, with smug features and confidence. They looked around the room and then to my petite frame only compared to their muscularly built bodies. Both didn't speak until they had settled themselves in, one sitting on the swiveling chair, and the other stood next to him. The man, who stood, dressed in a professional suit, cleared his throat.

"Our medical team has been interested in your ad for quite some time now. We are a reputable company where you'll get a run down of the procedure when you accept the offer. The pay is multiple figures, and your room will be on the facility," the tall, dark haired man crossed his arms and continued to watch me as he shifted on his feet.

I had a difficult time, with my jumbled mind, comprehending what they wanted from me. It has been a while since I've shut down all the ads I've sent out. Right now, these men were requesting me to go off and be a little pet while my dad was hospitalized. They both waited, impatiently, for my reply.

I looked over to my father as he rested on the bed. He was so close to his end, and I couldn't leave him. No one could pay me enough to leave. He looked more fragile than my mother did when she was sick. Sweat had drenched his face. His skin ghostly.

"I can't," I said. The men looked quite surprised.

"Okay, we don't want to take an aggressive approach, but," the man, a blond clone, on the chair shifted forward and placed his elbows on his knees. "We don't accept 'no' in any form."

"I said I'm not going to do it. I don't care what the offer is. If there is a problem with what I'm saying, then just get out of here," I had quickly spat out in anger.

"Fine, we will give you some time to reconsider. Make a wise choice, missy," the sitting man waved his hands up in defeat then got up and went over to my dad. He gently placed his fingers on my father's motionless hand. "He is still warm, and I don't think you want to feel a cold blooded human." He looked to me and smirked then tapped the dark haired man on the elbow, and they both exited the room.

My body tightened as his threat ran through my head. It got jumbled into the mess that was already there. My life was dedicated to my father, right now. He needed me more than those disgusting people. I moved the chair over to the bed gently laid my head next to my dad's arm.

The night was slowly ticking by. Worry and fear tainted the godliness of the room. The emotions ran deep and ugly within me. My stomach turned as the room morphed into my old town of Silent Hill. Everything was perfect and simple, beautiful. The town had lively people walking the streets, picking up the newspaper, walking their odd pets. All those normal daily habits people created for themselves. But there was an odd figure that could never seen completely. He was tall and always remained in the shadows. My little sister and I would walk past the alley.

I could feel spiders crawl up my arm that made my body cringe when I noticed that my sister wasn't holding my hand anymore. The streets had become empty, but the man in the alley continued to hide and follow me with his stalking eyes. He seemed vainglorious within his dark corner.

I looked at my hand completely emptied of everything. Oddly, It was covered with some type of dark red, drying, liquid. I closed my hand then opened it which caused the crimson paint to flake. The leafs glided to the ground cracking the cement once they landed. The crevices filled up with thick, flesh like, goo that bubbled up over the top. The flesh created an odd pattern along the ground then crawled up the walls. Thick rust covered everything metal, and the paint on the walls cracked and flaked away. This town was dead.

I awoke surprised to hear my father's voice. A nurse had to be checking up on him. Since a conversation had begun, it would not stop. My dad is a mighty fine conversationalist once a discussion began.

The nurse was a male with an unsettling, yet attractive, low voice. My dad had a raspy tone as he spoke. My dad played with my hair, but he stopped when I began to rise.

"Look who's awake," I giggled while I looked up to his fresh face.

"I wasn't Sleepy Beauty jus now," he said as he he poked my shoulder.

I peered around the room, and a blond man stood in the corner quietly. He dressed in fitted black slacks, and a black button up shirt with a nice long, black, over coat draped over his arm. His eyes were covered with simple black sunglasses that didn't make much sense since we were inside. The man's face showed no interest in such a small worry.

"This is Albert Wesker. He is quite a respectable man to speak with," my father pointed at the man in the corner. "He is here to apologize for something."

I looked up to Wesker and placed my chin in my hands. The creepy men that visited last night must work for him.

"I've sent a couple of men here last night. I have recently discovered that they've threatened you," Wesker didn't seem too into his words. "I'm sorry if there was a disturbance, and the men are being disciplined for their actions. I am here to personally ask you to join our medical team."

"I don't want to do it right now," I replied hastily.

"This offer is constrained to a set time, and I would like you to reconsider," Wesker dropped his arms and exited the room. The tension disappeared once he was gone.

My dad didn't know that I put myself up as a guinea pig for a side job. He only saw the angel I made him see.

"What was he talking about Shaya?" My dad asked a little disappointed. He looked at me concerned.

"I don't know."

"Don't give me that. Why would someone like him be here?"

"Probably for a date…" My father didn't find what I said amusing at all. I looked down at my hands.

"What brought him here?"

"Well, I had this ad up for being a guinea pig for extra cash. I'm thinking that's what brought him here, but I shut that ad down when you got sick. I don't know how they got a hold of it," I said as I placed my hands on his arm. I looked like a punished child. My dad didn't deserve to have things hidden from him.

"Why didn't you come to me? I could have helped you find a part time job instead of you being a guinea pig for something that could possibly kill you. Have you had any allergic reactions or anything?" He grabbed my hands and tapped them.

"No dad. So far I'm as healthy as I can be. When I do this, I am helping a whole bunch of people!" I assured him. I really didn't know if i was being convincing.

My dad didn't continue his lecture. I laid my head down on the bed and let him play with my hair. We sat in silence for a while until the monitors began to race. My father laid on the bed fidgeting violently and looked as if he was crying out. I tensed up not being able to move an inch. Fear filled my head and paralyzed my need to cry for help. My stomach tightened, and I gradually sorted through my thoughts enough to press the nurse button multiple times. I wrapped my hands around my dad's arm trying to reassure him that help was on the way. Everything went silent, and the room began to morph. The colors of death illustrated the walls and covered the floor. My stomach dropped when I saw my little sister standing in the place Wesker stood. She was braiding her hair as she watched our dad struggle in the bed. I looked to him, and he wasn't anywhere I could see. There was nothing but a soiled bed. The monitors started a high screech that drowned all the noises of the nurses that rushed around. I began to scream as the screeches became far too deafening. The room went black. The noises stopped. There was just a cool hand that rubbed my face.

"See you soon," a soft whisper of my sister's voice echoed as everything collapsed.