Her eyes stared into the blank space. It was 18 months ago when it all started. She was told that she had 3 months to live but yet she survived. It was an uphill battle all the way. Needles, bags of drips and hospital became her new friends. Living in wards, changing beds were her new normal.
Her only excitement was what was for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday. But that too, was not much of an excitement because she couldn't eat most of it in the last 3 months. She should have eaten what she wanted to eat when she could, even with 5 bags hanging around her all the time.
She had hope and she thought she was getting better, and that miracle would happen. But she made a mistake. She pushed it too far, 2 weeks too late. She didn't follow through and it came back, more aggressive and worse than ever.
Now, she just wanted to sleep. Morphine and more morphine, that was all she could take anyways. She didn't recognize whoever that were around, there were a few who took turns to sit by her bed. She has given up and she didn't care much of anything anymore. Just laid in her bed, closed her eyes and drifted into a different world.
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Awesomely written