"Please." He said.
Sitting in a hard chair in a cold white hospital room, Michael clasped the hand of a young girl. Her fine brown hair was laid just over her shoulder, masking the top of her gown where her chest slowly rose and fell. He searched her closed eyelids, as he had done many times before, for any sign of understanding, but there was none. Her pale face remained emotionless, in stark contrast to the happy child he once knew.
"Please, Sarah. Wake up. I miss you."
Michael glanced around the room to look at anything but her bandaged temple, the cast on her ankle, or the scrapes and bruises that were just finishing healing on her arms and face. It had been two and a half weeks since she fell and he still could not stand to see her so fragile. To see his stubborn, headstrong little sister reduced to spending all of her time alone and in pain seemed so unreal, and so unfair. He held her hand tighter in both of his and shut his eyes.
"You've got to come back."
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Reflections of an Idle Mind
RandomI'm finding I like to write a little before I go to sleep, and I figured I'd do it on here as much as I'd do it on my notes. Each part is seperate, and could be an idea for a story, something I just felt like writing, or a poetic blurt of feelings...
