The window to her hospital room opened
out to nothing. The dreary curtains and the pale white walls did
nothing to elevate her spirits. The nausea and pain had become a
constant. Her doctor who tried to seem hopeful, wasn't. The
sounds of the hospital, the change of shifts, the beep of the
machines, a part of her life. It was that pink rose that was replaced
every day beside her bed that made her heart soar. And his voice that
read out to her and comforted her. The love she felt. The hope that
the love brought with it.
An attempt at a Drabble : a 100 word story :)
