ELIANA
After cleaning the room I carried the tools back to the store room, washed my hands properly under the tap and towel dried them slowly.
I returned to the room feeling a slight pang of headache, Just a quiet persistent pressure settling behind my eyes that I recognized immediately for what it is.
I moved to the drawer beside the bed and reached in with the practiced ease of someone who had performed the same action enough times that the hand knew where to go before the mind finished instructing it.
My fingers found nothing.
I looked down.
The drawer was exactly as it always was with the few items sitting in their usual positions, the folded paper, the small accumulation of things that drawers collected simply by existing. Everything present and accounted for.
Except the one thing I was looking for.
