the humming of the air conditioner isn't letting her sleep. the rummaging of purses and bags, and medical supplies is piercing through her ear. she picks up a distant breathing, and she knows it'll be fine. the sound is quiet enough to lull her into a very superficial slumber, and she swears she sees flashes of a life she doesn't have go through her eyes. because truly, she could be anywhere but here, but here she's needed and nothing is gonna stop her from being where she's needed the most. not even a security guard. not even nurses. the person laying on the bed seems far too comfortable, too peaceful in their sleep, too relaxed despite what they underwent just a few hours prior.
it's been 48 hours and she hadn't moved an inch from the hospital.
because tragedies seem to follow her around like lovesick puppies, waiting to be picked up and tended for. so she isn't risking it. she's staying. she will never leave. feelings requited or not. she's always
there
lingering
waiting
patiently.
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Footnotes
Poetrya series of unconnected scribbles of random topics that come across me.
