My head feels heavy in the car ride over. I stumble upon my steps into the emergency room. The hallway was so dim and smelt like paper and old bedsheets. I turn the corner, and I turn again, hoping not to find her. But there she was, laid down on a white bed in a white room with a white cloth over her. I could see her purple veins. She laid there with tubes in her nose, her eyes closed and her hands cold.
"I'm here, Nenek," I said as I bowed my head to kiss her hand.
I was hoping she'd move with a smile on her face as she patted my head.
"Wake up, Nenek," I thought to myself as I held her cold, purple hands.
Even my tears felt cold. I couldn't stand. I took a step back until I felt warm hands catch me. How oddly comforting. Warmth.
But there she was, as cold as ice. Still.
I miss you.
