Sharon walked into the small hospital room. It was hot, the weather was freakishly warm for the season, they had even said so on the news this morning, and the aircondition had problems keeping up. That was a bad thing in a hospital, filled with the old and sick. Still, the patient she was checking on today was anything but old.<br/>Sharon bent down over her, checking for signs that she had come out of her coma, but found none. She probably never would. She heard legal was trying to find a next of kin who could pull the plug, the hospital was hemoraging money each day she stayed like this.<br/>Sharon sighed. She didn't like how money always seemed to factor into everything, even the care of the less fortunate. It wasn't fair. And it wasn't fair that...Mansi was lying here. Sharon had to check the shart to remember the name. It was quite exotic, but so was the woman the name belonged to. Of east indian decent, if Sharon would guess. Young, with light brown skin and dark hair and eyes. Exotic, and very pretty. A nice look for a girl, Sharon had said so the first time she'd seen her. The other nurses had been gossiping, they said she was a stripper, but Sharon wasn't one to judge. She had heard Mansi had been shot trying to protect a friend, and now she was lying here, and soon she'd be dead. No, it didn't seem fair at all...<br/><br/>Sharon didn't know it, but Mansi was in fact already dead, she had died within hours of getting shot. Yet, in a way she had been given a new chance to live...