Chapter 3
'Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep!' chanted Maria in her head. She had been tossing and turning, not being able to sleep. She looked at the clock and it read 2 AM.
'AHHH!!!' screamed Maria in her head. She then sat up and walked over to the window. Her doctor had given her exactly what he promised. The view was pretty. In the distance, she could see the beach. It was her favorite place to be. She loved the beach, the calm peacefulness of it, the way the waves gently rolled onto the shore. Everytime she wanted to think or just be by herself, she'd go to the beach. Especially during the sunset. That was what she loved to do. She went a lot during the time her father had died.
Maria just sat by the window and stared, wishing she could be out there. Knowing she couldn't be out there, she got up and walked away from the window. She knew the longer she stared, the more she wanted to be there.
She stood in the middle of her room, contemplating what to do. She had an idea. She tiptoed to the door and looked out. No nurses were in sight. Maria tiptoed down the hall. She didn't really know what she was looking for, just felt like exploring a little. Maria's floor was split into two sections. She was in the long-term patients side and across from her was the intensive care unit. Most of the people in there were moved to her side after a while.
Maria walked over to the intensive care unit and looked around a bit. The walls had paintings on them, probably trying to create a better atmosphere. She then remembered Josh, not that she was able to forget about him for very long. She asked the nurse where he might be.
"I think you should be in bed, young lady," said the nurse.
"I know," said Maria. "I just can't sleep. Could you just tell me which room he's in?"
The nurse eyed Maria for a minute, then said, "Third door to your left."
"Thank you!"
The nurse just smiled and went on with her work.
Maria walked down to Josh's room. His door was slightly opened and she peeked in. There, lay Josh, with tubes hooked to him and the machine. She felt so bad for him. She walked in and sat in the chair next to him and just stared. Memories flooded into her head. Her father.
'Oh Dad I miss you,' she thought, her eyes watering.
After a couple of minutes, she got up and left, thinking that maybe she should talk to him the next day. She walked back to her room and laid on her bed thinking about it. She then slowly drifted asleep.
