The hospital was quiet for some reason. Usually, it would be buzzing with noise in the morning, but it was quite today.
Grace did not pay much attention to it. She moved further into the corridor where her grandmother's room was. Just as it had been like the last time and the time before that, it was quiet with her grandmother, just laying on the bed.
Sometimes, the only indication of her being alive was the beeping of the machine.
"Where are you going to wake up, nonna?" She was spared in Italian, a conversation meant for just her and her grandmother's ears. "I'm not happy that you're here, in the hospital refusing to wake up." Her voice quivered at the end.
