Breakable by Tammara Webber5/28/2023 A clear cord extending from the bottom of the bag looped down. ‘He’ll be here soon.’Ī nurse materialized on the other side of the bed with a huge syringe, but before I could pull away, she stuck it into a bag suspended from a metal stand, not into my arm. Your dad is on his way.’ His voice sounded grainy, and his eyes were red, too. His opposite hand was warm on top of mine, then, enveloping it. She slumped against him as if she’d have tipped right over without his reinforcement. Her husband Charles appeared next to her, one arm slipping behind her back to pull her tight. Her whole face was crumpled, like paper wadded up tight and then smoothed back out. She bit her lower lip so hard it was colourless and trembling. I felt her cool fingertips on my arm and tried to focus as her red-rimmed eyes filled with tears.
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