Norris Moore yawned.
"Miss Moore, feeling sleepy?" the young nurse turned and asked.
"A bit." Her energy levels had always been low.
"Then I'll go get your blanket. Mr. Silas said you should get more sun, and the weather is nice today. Let's stay here a bit longer before going upstairs."
"Whatever you say." She had no objections.
The nurse secured Norris's wheelchair and then smiled, blooming like a flower, "I'll go upstairs first. Wait here for me."
Norris responded with a sound.
Leaning in the wheelchair and looking up, she watched the small flowers falling from the apple tree. Spring had passed some time ago, and it was time for the flowers to wither. Right now, the lawn where she sat was covered with the white petals that had fallen from the tree.
Truth be told, it was quite beautiful.
However, Norris wasn't in the mood to appreciate beauty. She watched idly for a while, then yawned, leaned her head against the wheelchair, and began to rest.
She quickly became drowsy.
