the hospital was never a fun place, it was cold, the smell of cleanliness made her ache

you were in the hospital, and it wasnt for an acl injury or anything to do with things she knew how to comfort for, this was uncharted territory. she did not know what to say

she was scared to say the least, your resting face looks as if youre in pain even as you sleep, and it made her a wreck.

she sat there, looking at you, hand on your stomach as if she could heal you through pure will, but the best she could do was bring your blanket from home and pray for you, whether you believed in it or not, she did, thats all that mattered. she sat there in black sweatpants and a black hoodie, her glasses on, hair pulled back into a slick back low bun, and waited