HER MEMORIES

Inside the white-walled sterile clean room on the small bunk like bed lay a frail figure with small patches of white hair, one beautiful green eyes now dull and grey, with no form of life sparkle in their depts. Cheeks bones out and prominent, cheeks hollowed out due to loss of fats, body so thin that it can easily be blown away by the winds, the ribs obvious through the transparent hospital gown covering the tiny frame. The room itself filled with various machines some hooked up to the figure on the bed, use for monitoring her.

She landed in the emergency room a few days back due to a bad case of pneumonia. She was diagnosed a few years ago with breast cancer, unfortunately when it was discovered cancer has already spread to her lung, and has been a battle ever since.

Beside the bed of the sickly figure sat a tall frame who looked more shabby than the figure on the bed, eyes dull and full of shadows due to lack of sleep and worry. Worry for the woman on the bed who has been her partner for seven years.

Jericho couldn't bear it anymore, staring at her wife lying on the hospital bed a shadow of her formal self, wasting, weak, and in pain, with several monitoring machines hooked up to her.

She stood up from the chair beside the hospital bed, pacing from one corner to the other, her long legs eating up the small 120 sq ft room in seconds. Her emotions pouring off her obvious in her agitated pacing, as the helplessness of the situation overwhelmed her.

Her wife had been a renowned trauma surgeon in the city, vibrant and full of life. She had a lot of energy that sometimes Jericho found it difficult to keep up with her, but that hadn't bothered her because she had fucking loved her wife and adored her hyperactive tendencies.

When they had received news of her breast cancer, Christy had braved the news with aplomb like she handles everything, promising Jericho who had been scared shit the t of her life at the news that they win against this deadly disease, and Jericho had stared into the pale green eyes of her wife and believed with her, trusting the conviction she saw in those eyes.

That was two years ago, and instead of improving Christy has been getting worse.

Jericho could see the tiredness in her wife's eyes but she tries to keep on fighting and is killing Jericho to see her wife suffer like this, and not be able to do anything to help her

Christy helplessly watched her wife pace from the bed, if there was anything she could do to spare her wife from this ordeal she will do it.

It hurts more than the pain of the illness to see the hurt and sadness in those blue eyes and watch her try to hide it from her, just so I wouldn't know how much she was hurting.

"Baby, you need to take a break, " she said to her wife who has been with her for two straight days, no rest no break. Now that she is out of danger, Christy wants to get her home at least for a shower.

" I don't want to, " Jericho whispered sitting down back on the plastic chair beside the bed.

she might come back to meet her wife gone. Not being there for

saying goodbye first, so go take a break, get something reasonable to eat, I am sure you are tired of the hospital food, and you can also take a shower you stink baby, " she teased her making the other woman lips

delicately on the chapped lips, "I will be back soon, " she whispered close to her lips before pecking her one more time and rising to her feet, throwing one more loving glance in her wife's direction left the hospital

mezzo-soprano voice belting out hello rang out loud from the speaker of ash-colored Rav4 2000 model with the driver a long brown hair young white female singing loudly along a bit off-tune as she sped through the expressway, with cars zooming past

the intersection, she drove through the green light unaware of the big truck that just ran a red

was lost amidst Adele's strong powerful athletic voice was the ominous sound of something crashing

her heart to leap high off her chest, tearing out the most painful fearful scream from

she has never experienced, everywhere aches so badly that wished it to stop and the erratic movement from the

above her head but their words sounded as if coming from a distance with only a few who rds penetrating through, something about a young white

a tall black A and E attendee in a blue scrub asked running towards the stretcher, bearing the female

female in her early twenties, hit by a truck, found barely conscious at the site of the crash, bleeding from a cut to her forehead B.p 80/50mmhg, PR 140b/m has a fracture of the femur with possible hip dislocation and rib fracture, " the tall male middle-aged paramedics, who had pushed the stretcher along with two of his colleagues into the emergency unit of Saint Mary's hospital, and watched compassionately as the doctors took over with the nurses wheeling

came in through the hospital door watched as an injured woman was wheeled hurriedly past her into the emergency unit, but a beep from her phone made her forget all about the young woman as she hurried towards the room

summoned by a nurse, who told her that her wife was asking for her.

any more signaled for her wife to be called, she has

her wife arrival she suddenly felt unable to breathe, she tried but couldn't get in the air, and

into the room to see her wife struggling to breathe, she ran to her side, eyes filled with panic, screaming

the young woman was laid on the

a doctor

" Jericho rushed out in a fear-filled voice, giving way for

out his stethoscope to check the woman's

is no pulse, " the nurse commented again looking at the EKG machine

the defibrillator, " the attending doctor ordered while cutting the woman's clothes off to expose

her left and can someone get in the suctioning machine, " the doctor yelled, before assisting the nurse remaining in the room, to turn the