"Seven months." Amanda said, she looks at you in disbelief. The nurse turns off the muscle machine, disconnects the tubes from your nose and arms. Checking you vitals before turning off your monitors and the screens. 

"Happy belated birthday." Erica said trying to smile. You were starving literally. You noticed between the atrophy and the bed rest you had a few bed sores and you lost forty pounds. Your nails were trimmed short and so was your hair for easier cleaning. You were in a diaper. It was time for a change. Vivian didn't look at you. Her arms wrapped around her chest and biting her lip. They all just stood there in mass confusion.