The candy bars in front of her numbered in the hundreds. Snickers, Milky Way, 3 Musketeers, and Reese’s all looked back, making her stomach growl. She didn’t know the last time she’d eaten. An empty feeling consumed her. The hollowness in the pit of her belly felt like more than just hunger. She’d lost something, but couldn’t remember what.The world began to filter in. Voices were coming and going. Justine stepped back and took in her surroundings.The vending machine was one in a line of three. The other two sold coffee, cold sandwiches, and microwavable burritos. A microwave sat on a counter. Next to it stood a sink that could be operated by foot pedals on the floor. Turning around, she saw a large room with rows of seating set up in the middle and around the outer wall. Above a door on the other side hung a sign with three letters on it: I.C.U.The area behind her was large and mostly empty. One lone boy sat in the corner with his head down. A black cloth was wrapped diagonally around his head.
