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Elderly man asleep in the hospital bed Moving so slightly His respirations become the only sign He is not dead I move his feet back in the bed as they slide out every now and then
I walked out of my car, I stared at the building for a while. I could feel the pain going through my heart and tearing it apart.So many things were going through my mind, and I couldn't stop thinking, not even for a second. But I walked in any wa
Anxious fingers tap in time, while beeping monitors rhyme. His heart rate climbs. Doors open, close, latching. Breath caught in my throat, catching. Filling the void, my scratching.