MasukThe hall was quieter now in the hospital, but the tension was still in the air like a heavy thing which could not be moved. Marcus was standing above the window, his hands crossed, and his eyes were far away as he considered all the events that had transpired in recent days. Ava lay in the room, and, though nothing was going on, his head was not as serene as before in the course of the hours.With a slow sigh, he rubbed his forehead.Then he heard a voice that was known to him."Marcus."He turned immediately."Elena..." he said, surprised.
The passage leading outside of the emergency room seemed lifeless and infinite when Marcus stood there, and could not sit, could not move, his eyes staring at the closed doors before him. Nurses and doctors had rushed Ava in a few minutes ago, and this is why time seemed to move so slowly and heavily since the moment that it was going on; each minute was torturing him.His breath came irregularly as he stroked his hair.“Just make her okay... just make her okay,” he said to himself.One of the nurses passed by him in a hurry, but Marcus held her.“Excuse me, please,” he said, his voice straining. "How
Nothing was going on outside, but there was something wrong in the hospital room Ava was in. Ava was on the bed with half-open eyes, and her breathing was irregular. One of her hands was on her stomach, and her face was pale and strained.She moved a little, flinching."Why does it hurt again..." she whispered.The pain began as a small one, similar to a tight beating in her lower abdomen, but in a very short duration, it intensified.Ava gasped softly."No... not again..."S
The following day, the hospital room was different. It was not silent and motionless anymore. Nurses were coming and going, checking machines, writing notes, and talking in low tones. Ava was sitting up on the bed, but resting. She had a small monitor attached to her, which displayed her heartbeat and that of the baby.One of the doctors entered with a file in his hand.“Good morning,” Ava replied in a low tone.In the room, Marcus was already present. He had arrived early and had not quit since the previous evening. He was standing close by the window and taking notice.The doctor examined the two.
The room remained silent following the breakdown of Marcus. It was the sound of his shrill breathing. As Ava sat on the bed, she took her heart, watching him. She had not seen him in these ways.Marcus wiped his face gradually with his hands, yet the tears streamed in.“I am sorry,” he said again, and it was a low and broken voice.Ava didn't reply.Marcus drew a long breath and endeavoured to calm down. Then he looked at her again.“I will not excuse myself, I will not excuse myself,” he said. "I know what I did."
The silence in the hospital room had been broken. The machines would beep softly, and the lights were faint. Ava was lying in bed with half-open eyes and a pale but calm face. She believed that she had some time to relax.Then the door opened slowly.Ava turned her head.Her heart went still.Marcus walked in.He swung the door behind him softly, as though he did not wish to be heard.Both of them remained silent for a moment.
There was no conversation in the house that night.It was too quiet.Most of the lights were turned off, and the hallway seemed to be endless when Marcus walked towards the back door. On the side of the house, the garden was dark with one light on the porch. There was Ava, standing, hugging herself
The dining room was too quiet.Ava was sitting at a table, her hands clasped in her lap. Patricia was sitting right across from her and set the plates with super accuracy. Ava shuddered with every piece of noise the ceramics made on the wooden table.Patricia cleared her throat.“My mind has been m
The school hall was sort of a noisy place, all the usual.Lockers slammed shut. Students laughed, chatted, and ran to their classes. Ava moved at a slow pace as she went through it, her pack slung carelessly on her shoulder. Everything sounded too loud. The odours were simply dizzying.Her stomach
The hospital was cold and smelly. Ava was simply sitting in that long plastic chair in the waiting room with her hands placed in her lap. She looked at the white wall, and it was not where her head was. Every single sound, like the quiet footsteps of the nurses, the low beep of the machines, the







