Yarn Ball

3.9

Tyler

I opened the door slowly, careful not to startle her. I didn't know if it would or not but I didn't want to take any chances.

"Hey, grandma, I have something for you," I shifted my gaze to her bed.

She laid there, mouth parted slightly in a deep sleep. She looked so peaceful. I smiled.

I walked closer to her bed and sat in the chair beside it.

"Hey, I know you're not awake right now but I just wanted to tell you that I love you and even though you don't remember me, I still wanted to her you something that you'll remember me by." I placed a hand on top of hers and instantly pulled it back out of fear.

Her hand was ice cold.

My eyes shot up to her heart monitor but it was off. Why would it be off? Her mask was off as well, I noted as I scanned her body. Her chest wasn't moving. Why wasn't it moving? She couldn't be. . .

No.

The answer hit me hard, causing me to flip out of the chair and fall to the floor. I didn't feel the fall that much. Everything was numb. My body, my heart. I was frozen on the floor staring at her as I realized what happened.

Coming back to my senses, I began to scream for help at the top of my lungs. I kept my distance from her body as I

screamed

and screamed

and screamed until someone burst through the doors.

"S-s-she's-" I broke off as I held back a sob.

The tears still hadn't come. They wouldn't come.

"It's okay son. it's okay." a doctor came and placed a hand on my shoulder. "its going to be okay."

He then began to bark out orders. His words were muffled to my ears. I barley even noticed what was going on around me as nurses bustled in and out of the room doing god knows what. The doctor must've noticed that I was still there because he forced me to leave, telling me that this was no place for a child and that I should go home.

I walked numbly out of her room with the cloth in my shaking hands. I wasn't even aware that I had started crying until the salty liquid hit my lips. One tear turned into a downpour as I walked down the hall, clutching the fabric to my chest. I made it all the way to the receptionist desk without being noticed. Well almost. Sam must've spotted me before I did him because he was now to the right of me. I looked down so he couldn't see my eyes. Sam stopped me and I had no choice but to look up at him. Worry shone in his eyes.

"Hey, why do you still have that? I thought you were giving it to your grandmother"

I clutched the fabric a little tighter to my chest before replying with,

"She died"