Avery had relapsed again, nothing new, nothing I wasn't used to. I watched from my bedside how a whole lot of people gathered round Avery, trying to bring her back. I wasn't moved. I just wished that this wouldn't be her last.
It felt like yesterday when Avery joined us, became part of the family. I could still remember the huge smile she flashed at me. But gradually the smile on her face turned to a frown and that frown turned to nothingness. You could stare at Avery now and get no emotion from her. And it grew worse as the days grew by.
But she was my friend. Apart from being my sister in the place, she was my closest friend. The crowd dispersed when they saw her breathing and I felt so relieved.
No one knew what was wrong with Avery. Not the ladies in scrubs, not even the men in "coats". God knows how many therapists Avery has had to see but she never told.
They were in a world of theirs, and she.... She was in a world of hers.
They let her be when they confirmed she was stable, not before placing her medications in her tray.
I took a glance at her, still thesame emotionless look she gave me but mine was warmer compared to the others.
"Quite a shock you gave the others" I said with a chuckle.
"yeah. It's nothing new.
"nothing we aren't used to" we said together.
I went to her bedside and sat on the stool there.
"aren't you gonna take these?" I pointed at the medications.
"Of course not. Quick! Help me empty them" she said handing me the tray.
I went to the toilet in the corner and disposed of them. The little things we did for each other.
Avery never wanted to get better.
She loved the way she was and I couldn't blame her. If she got better, she'd leave and I never wanted her to leave. Before she came around, it was just me and Sam in the room but she passed so it was just me, and now she's here, it's us in our own world and we loved it that way.
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Mystery / ThrillerNo one could feel what the Lane family felt. Is it Gwen who had longed for love all her life but got misery or her daughter Dianne who lost herself the day her sister died. Guess somethings were always meant to be Black
