Drip. Drip, drip. The monitor beeped steadily as the quiet drizzle of rain trickled down the window. Miracle Holmes listened to the queer sounds of the world, lying peacefully on the plush hospital bed. The pale, malnourished girl tried to hide the stabbing pain in her body as she held the feeding tube leading into her hand. Running away from her foster family had never done her any good, no matter how many times she tried it. Suddenly, Mira heard the door creak open slowly. She opened her eyes (only for the other person to now she was woken, for she could still see only blackness) and winced loudly as she sat up. “Miracle?”, came a gentle, feminine voice. Mira fell disappointedly back onto her pillow. “Lilian. What a nice surprise,” She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.