It's been about 182 days since I first walked in the doors of this awful, sickness-filled place.
I've grown familiar with the constant mobile movements of white-clothed staff, moving to and fro the four corners of this building.

I take step from the outside and enter the room, walking to that same room again. Walking to the room that has been agonizing me for months now.
One of the reasons for my sleepless nights.

Room 127

Being greeted by the stench of sting medicine I open the door slowly not wanting to wake her from her sleep.

I slowly close the door behind me and approach her hospital bed. I sit to the chair beside her. She was sleeping peacefully.

Wires were attached to her and she was growing thin.
The bubbly energetic person she used to be is slowly fading.
I could do anything about it, I could only watch her dissappear.

Her lips turning dry, Her soft mushy cheeks slowly growing skinny. 

I layed my head down I cried silently begging for a miracle.

"I can't belive your still doing that..."

I dropped my pen and turned my head towards her.

"Your girlfriend's needing attention."

She said while pouting. A slight giggle left my mouth and continued.

"I swear I'm almost done just a bit more okay babe?"

She looked at me for a second then looked away.

I giggled and continued writing until I heard heavy russling in her direction.

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