Penny For Your Thoughts?

Seventh

I look into the room. All I hear are monitors and machines going off every few minutes in the same, consecutive sounds every time. I want to see if he's been here. She's getting worst and worst every day and it's a shame that he won't come here even once to check up on her. Even if it's to say goodbye.

I walk inside with the cart of flowers and try to wheel as quietly as I can just in case she's asleep. But I see that her bed has adjusted her up right and she's staring at the television that's high on the wall.

"Good morning, Ms. Malik. How are you?" I walk to her nightstand and put the lilies on top. I fill it with water and she watches me with delight.

"I'm fine, Penny. And you?" I smile because she's remembered me today and I quickly walk to her side.

"I'm great because you're awake this morning. Can I help you with your pillows?" She nods and I fluff her pillows to make her more comfortable. She sighs and I see her closing her eyes.

She looks just like her grandson when she does that. He could fall asleep practically anywhere. I remember at my cousin's sweet 16, he fell asleep on one of the lounge chairs after one drink and I had to drag him to bed that night. They had the same almond eyes, that would blacken when he was more angry. I could imagine her with his jet back hair too when she was younger, though it's all gray now.

"Penny can you close the door when you leave?" I perk up because it sounded like Zayn for a second. I nod and turn the TV off.

"Most certainly,"