She imagined lying in the bed, possibly sick, possibly delirious, as the nursing staff raced from the room. Waiting for someone to come back and free her. Waiting, even as the gushing, pounding water burst underneath the doors. Feeling the mattress growing wet beneath her back. Then water lapping at her arms but still waiting, believing that someone would return for her. And then the water was up to her face, slipping over her lips—
