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he overbearing weight scared him. Heaviness engulfed his limbs and core, but his heart took the most. His heart enclosed itself with so much ache and sorrow that the entire world seemed to halt yet spiral all at once.
Sinking to his knees, he couldn't believe such news. How could words carry so much weight? Mere words were enough to break his human body.
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't feel. "I-I um..." His deep brown eyes darted around as he searched for his own words. He had lost the ability to coherently form sentences. Looking up from the ground, the woman clad in hospital scrubs silently stood and stared at him with sorrow filled eyes. "Please.." he begged, tears steaming down his cheeks.
"She's gone," the woman repeated as she fiddled with her RN badge. She knelt down to be more at eye level with him and reached to place her hand on his shoulder, but he denied her touch. "We did everything we could."
He folded over, clutching his stomach, repeatedly say, "No.. No no.."
"Do you want to come say-"
"I can't," he croaked.
The nurse sat next to him and placed her hand on his back. She witnessed moments like this a lot and knew that there was rarely a way to comfort someone after loss.
"What am I going to do?" His voice trembled.
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General FictionRandom pieces I write to get ideas out of my head. Some could result in longer stories. Let's say these are one shots or short stories, or random scenarios/scenes.
