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Her boots carried the echo against the overly lit, seamlessly endless corridor. Harsh fluorescent light stretched seemly forever above her as she walked between rows of metal bars, all empty.
She finally reached the end of the path. He was seated before her, his usual dark green uniform and a familiar hint of a smirk.
“Hello detective” Dr. Yates said, his usual stoic voice echoed. “Is this for me?” he looked at her hands pointedly.
She looked down, finding a case file she was sure wasn’t there a second ago. She sat across him and slid it towards him. Her eyes never leaving his.
He took a deep breath as he opened the file, going over its contents.
“Congratulations, detective” he smiled. “It’s a girl”
Amanda blinked and snatched the file, finding it empty. She snapped up to him, eyes widening as his prison uniform was now a doctor’s white coat.
The prison alarms went off and in a blink she found herself in her bed, panting as she scrambled for her phone blaring her alarm sound. She sat up, her breathing fast and her head spinning. Her tongue felt heavy and she felt the familiar and unwelcomed tug at the back of her throat.
She yanked her comforter off her, hurrying to the bathroom.
Barely making it, she sat her back against her cold tub, waiting for the wave to pass.
Crap.