"Mother, please," whimpers rattled the heaviness of a quiet room. An ajar window sparsely allowed for the wind to enter, a young lady sat closed with hands softly laying upon a lady resting under blankets. Medical workers shook their heads, the doctors left the premises with defeated looks.
Words took much time to formulate, the wrinkled face lady blinked painfully, her fingers stretched to touch the girl's cheek, "-don't be saddened," the jaws unhinged to speak a few words, "-I know my body better than anyone," she coughed, barely caught the spray of droplets with cupped hands, "-I will be fine for a few days," she said, seeking the comfort of her husband.
