A Night in the Hospital9:15 PMA Night in the Hospital by =PumpkinQueen13
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During visiting hours, my mother and I walked into the ICU where my grandmother was being treated. Once we entered the room, I already saw him looming in the darkest corner…his tall, dark, ominous figure with scythe in hand.
My old friend.
I only stared at him before going over to her bedside. She had the ventilator tube and everything was being monitored.
Thus far, I have seen two family members hooked up on these infernal machines. It was shocking and devastating to see my own grandmother be at that disposition.
Selfish I may sound, but should one know my grandmother, they know that she cannot be easily taken down.
At 77, I knew that her health was weakening, but her will to live and fight for us was still at her strongest.
I felt him touch my shoulder and everything around me turned grey. Everything was at a standstill. Without looking at him and my eyes still focused on my weakened grandmother, I spoke in a soft tone.
Please don’t take her away