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Anastasia Lenkov wants to live a normal life as a nurse after escaping her old, brutal life. But her past keeps catching up with her. She is on the run from the Russian mafia, because her father, the boss, will n...
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"Good evening Agi, how are you today?"
The old woman sat up straight in her hospital bed when she saw me approaching her and gave me one of her warm adorable smiles.
I sat down on the edge of her bed and she lightly patted my arm with her hand, "I'm fine, sweetie."
A relieved sigh left my mouth and I lifted myself off the bed while scribbling a few notes on my clipboard.
I looked up and smiled at the old woman, "I brought you something today."
Immediately, the old woman clapped her hands together happily and her face lit up like that of a little child.
A pain ripped through my heart at the thought that the sweet old lady had no one to visit her here in the hospital. The thought that Agnes Evans could leave this world at any moment because she was diagnosed with terminal cancer made my heart ache.
For the weeks that she has been in my care, I have tried to make her as happy as I can every day.
I walked to the bedroom door, "I'll be right back." And with a last smile I left the room and rushed to my locker.
I grabbed the paper bag inside and made my way back to my only friend. I stuck my head back into her room and held the paper bag behind my back.
"Come on, Freya, please show me what you brought me." Agnes greedily held out her hands. I laughed at her childish behavior and showed her the paper bag, which I now carefully placed on the bed.
Agnes adjusted herself in her bed and put the tubes out of the way which were keeping her alive. She bent forward slightly to see what was in the bag.
I reached into the bag to pull out the contents and pulled out a bouquet of white roses. The old woman's eyes in front of me widened, "You remembered my favorite flowers."
She once told me a story where her husband brought her a bouquet of roses every week, and now that he can no longer do it, she has always been very sad.
I nodded, and Agnes clasped her hand over her mouth and stared at the bouquet with watery eyes. I held the flowers out to her, which she took in her small frail hands.
When I pulled back, Agnes tugged at my shirt and I looked down at her. "Thank you," she whispered to me.
I adjusted her pillow and kissed my friend on the forehead, "Anything for you."
The old woman took a rose from the large bouquet and held it out to me and I grabbed it. "You keep this rose, dear. It's the most beautiful out of all just like you."
I smiled again, "Alright, I'll put the bouquet in a vase." Agnes nodded yawning and I pulled the blanket over the tired woman. "Sweet dreams." I whispered before I put the roses in a vase and set the medicines ready for the next intake.
