Breakable

Introduction

The tendency was exhilarating and calm. Not a singular voice was heard, aside from the beeps of the heart rate monitors, the shamble around of medicine bottles as the trolleys pressured down the corridors, but they weren't that strident either. "There we go" The nurse muttered as she had perfected modifying Shiloh's clothes. He couldn't respond, of course. But he could hear, Dulce was certain. She had positioned his head on his thermal pillows and began pulling the soft fabric of bed sheets over him. A faint yawn was heard from the corner of the room which caught Dulce's attention. "Good morning Mr Lachowski, did you sleep well?" she said with a smile over her lips. Mr Lachowski cleared his throat and sat upright in his chair. "Very. Thank you, Dulce" Mr Lachowski returned the smile to the nurse and then glanced over to the bed where his dear son was laying. "Have the results changed from yesterday?" He said, gesturing the fact that he was talking about his son Shiloh. Rose reeled her head "I'm afraid not, but please Mr Lachowski, stay strong. I know Shiloh Noah is strong enough to break out of the coma in no time and if not, the doctors have already promised not to take him off life support anytime soon." Dulce gave Mr Lachowski a reassuring smile and he returned one, though it was a lot debilitated than Dulces.

"Would you like me to get you anything? Maybe a snack? A drink? I could even get you-"No no, that's wonderful of you but there's no need for that" Mr, Mr.Lachowski interrupted. "However, if you don't mind would you be able to get me a new stack of paper? I ran out. I'm terribly sorry."Dulce acknowledged "Why of course! There's no need to be sorMrLachowski. I'll fetch you a new stack of paper right away." and with that, she lumbered out of the hospital cubicle. Mr. Lachowski escorted over to Shiloh and kissed his forehead "Good morning, Shiloh Noah" His voice became somewhat weak, as if he was to cry. A humble tear rolled down his cheek, and he briskly sponged it away, quick enough for Dulce not to see who had just stored the stack of paper on the desk beside the windowsill. She coiled up the blinds and opened the window insufficiently. "There you go Mr. Lachowski. If you need anything else just give me a shout, I'll be around here"She smiled like usual, and with that she left. Mr. Lachowski rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh. He closed his eyes for a second and forced a faint smile over his lips, though he did try his hardest to smile. Mr. Lachowski strutted over to his chair and tucked it into the desk a little. He took in a deep breath of the soft breeze coming from outside the window. Mr Lachowski began to write, with such focus.