TW: Mentions death, and hospitals.
Beep...Beep….Beep
Hearing the sounds of his pulse from the heart machine he is hooked up to.
Sounds that should make me rejoice but instead make me terrified.
For as I’m watching him sleep, I weep
Because I’m losing him for forever.
Beep…….Beeeeeppppp
Nothing absolutely nothing.
Not another beep telling me he is still with me.
Nurses come running into his room.
The fateful room 212.
Nurses running around doing their job trying to bring him back for forever.
“Clear!” One hollars to the others.
A second later, zap! He jumps we hold our breath waiting,
They continue to try to bring him back for an hour or so
But he is gone for forever.
4 years later as I’m in the hospital waiting for news of my brother.
I can’t help but think hospitals are like the cemetery for they take everything from you.
But also they are our saving grace.
A/n: Written back 2019. Let me be clear no one died but it was during a touch and go period for a close family member of mine that this was written.
