Our Bittersweet Lives

[seven]

We walk into the room in a straight line, each one of us clutching the hands of our friends. We walk up to the bed. And we see her.

May is lying on her back, hands upon her stomach. Half of her body, from about her hips down, is covered with a flimsy blue sheet. May herself is wearing a standard hospital gown.

Her beautiful hands and long, slender fingers are deathly pale. May was always the most beautiful of us all, but she hated it when people payed her compliments. May's eyes are closed, her long, black eyelashes resting gently upon her white cheeks. She's wearing her favourite earrings - the small blue-pearl studs. Kyra reaches out to stroke May's face, but recoils when her fingers touch May's skin. Kyra turns to us, eyes wide.

"Her face is freezing!"

We all talk to May as a group, trying to pretend nothing is wrong and she's just asleep, but it's so hard. I can feel that I'm about to cry constantly, and looking at the others they all have watery eyes and damp cheeks too. We're all trying so hard, but I don't know how long we can keep it up.

We leave room 341 at 6:30am and sit outside on the orange chairs. We all want to say something private to May. Regina goes first. She is in there for about five minutes, and she comes out with her head held high but her eyes rimmed with red and a crumpled ball of tissues in her hand.

Kate goes in, but comes out again after just a minute. She finds emotional situations hard. The twins are in there for about three minutes each. They both come out crying.

Finally, I go in. I see May there again, her raven hair a stark contrast from the white pillow. I feel tears come to my eyes, and I let them fall.

I can't bring myself to talk so I just sit there, holding her hand.

Sorry it was short and depressing. It doesn't flow with the next chapter so I just randomly added it :)
See you soon,

~Tiff xxx