HER MEMORIES

Inside the white-walled sterile clean room on the small bunk like bed lay a frail figure with small patches of white hair, one beautiful green eyes now dull and grey, with no form of life sparkle in their depts. Cheeks bones out and prominent, cheeks hollowed out due to loss of fats, body so thin that it can easily be blown away by the winds, the ribs obvious through the transparent hospital gown covering the tiny frame. The room itself filled with various machines some hooked up to the figure on the bed, use for monitoring her.

She landed in the emergency room a few days back due to a bad case of pneumonia. She was diagnosed a few years ago with breast cancer, unfortunately when it was discovered cancer has already spread to her lung, and has been a battle ever since.

Beside the bed of the sickly figure sat a tall frame who looked more shabby than the figure on the bed, eyes dull and full of shadows due to lack of sleep and worry. Worry for the woman on the bed who has been her partner for seven years.

Jericho couldn't bear it anymore, staring at her wife lying on the hospital bed a shadow of her formal self, wasting, weak, and in pain, with several monitoring machines hooked up to her.

She stood up from the chair beside the hospital bed, pacing from one corner to the other, her long legs eating up the small 120 sq ft room in seconds. Her emotions pouring off her obvious in her agitated pacing, as the helplessness of the situation overwhelmed her.

Her wife had been a renowned trauma surgeon in the city, vibrant and full of life. She had a lot of energy that sometimes Jericho found it difficult to keep up with her, but that hadn't bothered her because she had fucking loved her wife and adored her hyperactive tendencies.

When they had received news of her breast cancer, Christy had braved the news with aplomb like she handles everything, promising Jericho who had been scared shit the t of her life at the news that they win against this deadly disease, and Jericho had stared into the pale green eyes of her wife and believed with her, trusting the conviction she saw in those eyes.

That was two years ago, and instead of improving Christy has been getting worse.

Jericho could see the tiredness in her wife's eyes but she tries to keep on fighting and is killing Jericho to see her wife suffer like this, and not be able to do anything to help her

Christy helplessly watched her wife pace from the bed, if there was anything she could do to spare her wife from this ordeal she will do it.

It hurts more than the pain of the illness to see the hurt and sadness in those blue eyes and watch her try to hide it from her, just so I wouldn't know how much she was hurting.

"Baby, you need to take a break, " she said to her wife who has been with her for two straight days, no rest no break. Now that she is out of danger, Christy wants to get her home at least for a shower.

" I don't want to, " Jericho whispered sitting down back on the plastic chair beside the bed.

scared if she leaves she might come back to meet her wife gone. Not being there for her

clutching them weakly, she held her wife's gaze understanding her fears, "I promise I am not going anywhere without saying goodbye first, so go take a break, get something reasonable to eat, I am sure you are tired of the hospital food, and you can also

on the chapped lips, "I will be back soon, " she whispered close to her lips before pecking her one more time and rising to her feet, throwing one more

deep soulful mezzo-soprano voice belting out hello rang out loud from the speaker of ash-colored Rav4 2000 model with the driver a long brown hair

drove through the green light unaware of the big truck that just ran a red

Adele's strong powerful athletic voice was the ominous sound of something crashing into the driver's side of her

out the most painful fearful scream from her throat, the next

she was in a huge world of pain, a pain she has never experienced, everywhere aches so badly

their words sounded as if coming from a distance with only a few who rds penetrating through,

we have here? " a tall black A and E attendee in a blue scrub asked running

by a truck, found barely conscious at the site of the crash, bleeding from a cut to her forehead B.p 80/50mmhg, PR 140b/m has a fracture of the femur with possible hip dislocation and rib fracture, " the tall male middle-aged paramedics, who had pushed the stretcher

wheeled hurriedly past her into the emergency unit, but a beep from her phone

was asking for her. It can be time already, Jericho

any more signaled for her wife to be called, she has promised to never leave without her being here and she wants to keep that

for her wife arrival she suddenly felt unable to breathe, she tried but couldn't get in the air, and then

ran into the room to see her wife struggling to breathe, she ran to her side, eyes

" screamed a nurse as the young woman was

here?" a doctor asked running

out in a fear-filled

his stethoscope to

the nurse commented again looking at the EKG machine hooked up to the

the defibrillator, " the attending doctor ordered while cutting the woman's clothes off

the doctor yelled, before assisting the nurse remaining in the room, to turn the woman coughing on