The Photographer's eye

Well Your Not Invinciable

Photographers POV B.D.

   He was rushing through the building, floor after floor, room after room. He hated hospitals. They always smelled like disinfectants and made him sick. He knew that her parents wouldn't even there yet. He always knew first. Room 602. Well this was it. He took seat in the chair next to her bed while repeatedly running his hand through his hair.
He sat in that chair an hour and a half until he heard her groan
"I fell again, didn't I?"
"Yep"
"Internal bleeding?"
"What else?"
He grabbed her hand and they sat there not moving just like that for several minutes until he spoke again.
"Well at least we learned in thing this. Something that we already knew though."
"What's that?"
"Well your not invincible"
She let out a mix of a groan and a laugh then and he just chuckled.