Marisol: *pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose* I'll be going then... *Awkwardly shuffles back to the hospital*
Marisol: I wondered the streets until I got here. I ate and slept with one of the nurses. She was like my mom. She died at age eleven... So I started to run the hospital myself.
Marisol: I have to get this blood off Me before I vomit... *Walks to the shower room, taking a shower and brushing her hair*