Hospital bed...

Her held was tilited to the side while she had a cast around her neck. She laid there in what looks like a uncomfortable condition. Half her body was broken and tapped up. Her hands blown up like ballons. Her mouth open like she was too weak to close it. Here yes half open but yet snoozing. I sat there with a lump in my throat like after you dry swallow a big pill. I can't believe she looked this way so broken and hurt. I remembered that last time I see here laughing smileing having fun with all the family around. She didn't know she'd end up here. She didn't know she'd be driving down the road just like every other day and boom... 7 cars crashed into her, her husband,and her little girl. After her surgery she woke up in a scare! Cussing yelling pulling out IV's telling the nurse to leave saying she just saw her dead son in the light telling her to come with him. Everyone in worry. Everyone is here...everyone brought a gift. Funny isn't it? How everyone brings gifts to you while your in the hospital and in pain. Is the gift supposed to make it all go away? Does it numb the pain? Will she be fine with the money you spent? The tears a prayers... why didn't anyone cry or pray for her before she was laying in a hospital bed. Why now? I sit her wondering why? Why do these things happen? Why is every one here? Why did God not choose to taker her pain away? When she lays there tired and hurt I wonder to myself... why the fuck did this have to happen?