The days were tough and the nights were even worse. Rain continued to fall on the pavement hills of London as they had done for the past couple of days. The smell of old age and ensuing death filled the room and the nostrils of Claudia as she rested her elbows at the edge of her grandmothers bed. The apartment complex her grandmother called home was small, small enough just to fit two people and that was it. But with the passing of her husband, Claudia's grandmother found herself with plenty of room. Seems selfish but at her age, she needed room and space to breathe, a luxury she was finding harder to achieve with each passing day.
Unlike in the states, Claudia had no contacts here, nobody to plant her feet firmly in the foreign soil apart from the body that laid unconscious in the bed in front of her. Peering out of the window behind her, Claudia watched the rain drops fall as time passed on cruelly by. Suddenly a sporadic beeping roared from the machines keeping her grandmother alive. Nurse practitioners and doctors rushed in, quickly ordering to get her to the nearest hospital.
As her grandmother went, so did Claudia, traveling by her side all the way up until she was told to wait in a different room while they set up her family member to their machines. After half an hour, or what felt like four hours, a doctor finally approached Claudia, "Miss Fletcher" he said, grabbing her attention. "She will be fine as long as we give her some medications" He reassured Claudia, "What medications?" Claudia asked, "Vnitca mainly" he replied, "I've never heard of that" Claudia quickly retorted. The Doctor was taken back by Claudia's reply, his mind trying to find a way out of the conversation, "I better get back to her" he said, turning and beginning to walk away, "Hold on! What is Vnitca?!" Claudia cried out.
A drug she hasn't heard of; now that was weird. Mainly because during his studies at the college, her brother Robby would always let Claudia read his textbooks while he was away at work. Meaning he didn't know she was reading them behind his back. Like a sponge she soaked up on the information her young mind could obtain, including common drugs used to combat physical and mental states. Drug names became like second hand knowledge to Claudia, if she didn't know it or what it was supposed to do, she never took it. But now her grandmother was seemingly being forced to take it. Every person she asked in the waiting room, none had a clue what she was talking about, not even the front nurse at the desk. "Could you tell me what Vnitca is?" She asked the nurse, who paused then shook her head, "Never heard of it..must be some sort of new drug" she reasoned. This can't be coincidence