Chapter 49 Visitors

• She looked so peaceful laying amongst the stark white sheets completely still in her slumber. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her chest and that annoying beeping from the monitor, he would have thought she was dead. Her face was sickly pale covered in yellowing bruises and scabbed over scrapes and cuts. Her lips had cracked the splits in their pink flesh were scabbed over and she had tubes sticking out the side of her thin arms.
• When he had entered the room, he had been bombarded by a worried family sitting diligently at her side. In his hands was a large bouquet of blood-red roses as he nervously fidgeted with his faded dirty jeans. His magenta eyes roamed around the white hospital room and the distinct smell of ammonia and disinfectants burned his highly sensitive nostrils.
• The small family sitting at her bedside looked up at the sound of his throat clearing, the sound cutting through the tense silence like a well-honed blade. Each member had a different reaction the two young adults, a male and a female he noted, shot out of their chairs and turned to face him with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.