Walking into the room, the door creaking, my eyes were drawn to her. She looked so fragile and small in the white sheets. Composing myself, I murmured, “Hey Edna, how are you doing?” A smile lit up her face. Sitting down next to her, I take her hand. It’s so cold, so unbelievably cold. It was like shoving your hand into a pile of snow. The heat coming from my lips warms them up a tad, but nothing was strong enough to break that cold. …show more content…
I’ll be fine, I swear. I can see the worry on your face.” Cracking a sympathetic smile, I try and reassure her. I looked around, taking in the staleness of the surroundings. The white furniture that makes every room indistinguishable from one another. Then I turn back to her. “This reminds me of the old days,” my voice catching a bit. “Back when you broke your arm trying to impress me.” “Well it worked, didn’t it?” Twinkling eyes met mine. Edna’s whole body was shaking from a gentle laugh. “You were so excited to show me that new red bike of yours, you were so reckless.” “Hey, it’s not my fault there was a big ol’ pot hole in the road,” Her small giggle broke out into a full blown laugh. It was a sight one could take in for the rest of