The doorway stood
empty. The entire corridor appeared abandoned, except for the occasional nurse
scurrying by. Even that was very far and few between.
Please God,
please.
Corey Nolan surveyed her languid five-year old. One minute she had been
fine—in the blink of an eye she was here, hooked up to a ventilator to help her
breathe, a tube stuck up her nose, another one down her throat and a needle
jammed in her tiny hand. The cuff on her arm wrapped around to check her blood
pressure periodically.
Happy Sunday, everybody!
In six sentences, you made me feel empathy, concern and a desire to know that all would be okay. Great choice :)
ReplyDelete