I have always hated hospitals; artificial cleanliness, 'please santalize your hands before you go into this area, to provent contamination' auuuh; but this place has started to feel like home. Sixty four days you've been out Mummy.
You dying in the bed; me dying inside. God; look how bad our lives have become.
Mummy please, I'm turning to prayer!
Can't you see how desperate I am? I NEED you mummy. As much as you needed Daddy after he'd died.
No.
You just lie there.
Still as stone.
You're not going to wake up are you?
Cold.
Statue
I just wait for the sirens to go off. You're heart to stop beating. Will ever breath he your last? No-one knows.
YOU ARE READING
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...?
