Canary /Discontinued/

Chapter 13

Warning:
If you have a weak stomach then, please skip this chapter.
You have been warned.

Narrators POV:

The smell of disinfectant and bleach mixed into a sickening smell drifting through the air.

Soft footfalls echoed down the hall as the (h/c) readjusted her coat.
Due to how half the requirement in her major is practice, here she was at Daaé Hospital.

These institutions always unsettled her.

All the suffering and death that happened behind these walls were frightening enough, and yet, what she has seen as the scariest was how so many of the patients passed away at such early ages.

Daaé Hospital specializes in treating children with chronic diseases.

The empathetic girl has always been down struck whenever she wasn't able to help, so being in a place like this really took a toll on her already rare happy moods.

Checking the wristwatch, she concluded that it's time to head over to the kitchen.

Helping in giving out their lunch was just another task that was trusted on the students.

The wheels on the cart rolled and rolled closer to their destination.
The sound of whimpers and coughs intensified as they neared the first room.

One of the other girls pushed open the disinfected door, not even bothering to greet the poor patients.

Upon entering (Y/n) felt herself freeze.

The sounds of the heart monitors beeping, the sound of the breathing machine and the one originating from each and every inner battle fought in the room clenched her heart.

The cacophonic song of death marching for these young souls bathed the girl in guilt and helplessness so thickly, no traces of what's under was left on show.

Entering a hospital for the first time in 19 years was already enough to make her feel unwelcomed, but this, oh this, just made her want to turn around and leave.

It made her wish to escape far, far away from all of this suffering.

And yet, she couldn't.

She had to stay, she had to try her best to help regardless of knowing how little she can do for them.

Forcing on a plastic smile, she followed in the footsteps of her classmates and picked up a bowl.

Her (e/c) eyes scanned around the room until they locked with reddish brown ones.

Her feet carried her over to the bald patient.

The little boy, merely 5 or so, smiled up at the gentle looking lady.

He never said it out loud, but the people here scared him.

They keep on hurting him, no matter how many times he tells them it hurts.

But…

She doesn't seem like them...
She looks like she cares…

Stealing a glance at the file attached to the foot of the bed, she took notice of three things.

1. His name is Stephen

2. He goes through chemotherapy

And lastly...

3. He has estimatedly 3 months left.

She gazed down at the pale, little, sunken in face with so much sadness, it almost overflowed.