A fractured introduction

Little more than the monotonous sound of a dripping tap greeted Danza when she dragged herself into the decrepit little hospital bathroom. She knocked around a few loose floor tiles, kicking the motion sensitive lights back to life for a mere few moments before the bulb gave up, finally being drawn towards one of the less derelict looking sinks. The emergency lights came on, splashing her face with a daunting orange hue which reflected off the grubby, scuffed-up mirrored tiles. Even Danza herself fell prey to the drowsy hum that filled the room from the old lamps. She slumped into the sink with a couldn't-care-less attutude, tested the taps a few times with a disheartening lack of enthusiasm and glanced back up at the buzzing lights. In all their endeavours to imitate the colours of a setting sun, all they did were make Danza feel even more like she did before - she's just as run down, broken and decayed as this place is. Enclosed by fractured images of her worsening state spattered across the wall, Danza curled feebly into a corner of the room - ignoring the rubble and debris on the floor, she instead reached into a pocket and took out an aged black and white photograph depicting a young, bright little child... and smiled.