Broken.
Standing here watching you.
Gone.
The sensors tell me you are still alive with a steady beeping but I know you are dead to me. Deadened by this heartbreaking Coma and away from the rest of the world in your own little paradise. NO. Hell.
Your golden hair glints in the ultra violet light as I watch the life slowly drain out of you; drip, by, drip.
Mummy? I'm scared! Scared of losing you, my whole family, to the grips of pitifulness , the fingers of death. Mummy please stay with me, I can't live without you.
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Broken
Teen FictionWhen her mother is condemned to hospital with a coma, 10 year old Evie is left to look after her at her bedside; every day Evie feels her mother slipping further and further into death, is there anyway to make it end...?
