Her finger slides up the clear IV tube that is injected into her slighly bent arm. She presses down on the bulge of skin pushed up where the needle penetrates her vein.

"O negative, huh. It's a good thing I found the donor card in your wallet there, miss."

"What? Huh?" she asks, eyes just slightly open and unable to locate who this person is that is speaking to her.

"You had already lost so much blood by the time they found you, there wasn't any time to waste."

No response.

"That's a pretty grown-up name for such a young beauty, no? Were you named after somebody?"

She lifts her finger from the needle and lets her arm fall over the side of the bed as she attempts to see through blurry eyes.

"Who's th...who...." she tries, but her lips are numb and drool runs out the corner of her mouth.

"Close your eyes, Mariam. Someone will come for you."