Anger coursed through him as he paced. Pale linoleum flooring and soft white
walls reflected the fluorescent lighting. Inside the room she lay
unmoving. The soft whoosh of the
machine sustaining her life mingled with the beeps of the monitors standing
sentry around her bed. Head bowed
against the wall, he banged his fist as tears leaked from his eyes.
“Why her?” He
muttered. His shoulders sagged in
acceptance.
The door to her room opened. The doctor approached.
“She’s awake.”
He raised his head in disbelieve and hurried into the room
where his wife greeted him with a weak smile.
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