By TL Holmes
They will meet you in the lobby. Words about organ donation and making arrangements and bracing for unfortunate outcomes but you will hear nothing. Miranda, you will say. I just want to see Miranda. A doctor will take you to her, warning you not to get your hopes up. Brain damage and blood loss, the prospects are bleak. She’ll look alien and unlike herself, a hub of tubes and bleach-smell. Beep. Beep. You will hear the machine go off and you will see the way they surround her and push you away.
They will meet you in the lobby with condolences.
This is heartwrenching. I like the way it is so matter of fact, a step removed from the trauma, but the emotion is there under the surface.
Stark and bleak. Nicely written.
Amazing mood for such a short story. Wonderfully written!
You nailed it. Well done!
Effectively visceral and visual all at once. Great job!