My shadow falls across her bed. The room is quiet except for the constant beeping of the machines. The fluorescent light is blinding me. I hate that dazzling brightness.
She doesn’t notice me hovering at our pillow. I caress her cheek and whisper:
“So much pain.”
Her eyes flutter, but remain closed. She tries to speak, but I can see the pain washing over her body in waves.
“I promise to stop back tomorrow.”
I clasp her hand before leaving, linger a moment. I didn’t come for her today.
Even though they resist, they eventually follow me through that door. Always.