You Love Her, Do You Not?

It doesn't look like her. Her eyes are sunken, her cheeks are pale, her body looked rigid. Wires and tubes sprouted from every which direction, connected to machines that beeped and clacked loudly with a constant stream of blinking lights. Her skin was void of all colour; pale and chalky, and the white hospital gown clashed horribly against her normally pink skin. The colour was harsh and cold. It was all wrong. Kara was warm, and gentle. She was bubbly, and full of life. This wasn't Kara. This was just an empty shell that barely resembled her.