Richard
Category:
BDMS
17.05.2020
The room was dim and cool. Shadowed figures huddled in the corners, soft whispers of conversation counter-pointed the soft “shush, shush, shush” of the machinery by the bed, the occasional “beep, beep, beep” indicating that life still lingered. The woman on the bed laid unnaturally still, her eyes half open, seeing nothing. Her white hair gleamed softly in the dim light. Her skin had the parchment quality of age, yet was smooth and unlined.