Sweet poison
the doctor said stopping me in my tracks, honestly I have been trying to avoid the doctors, they don't always have something good to say, and listening to them drains me emotionally.
“How is he doing?” I asked the doctor, even though I knew what his reply is going to be.
“He is not doing too good, from the last examination we did on him, his brain activity has drastically reduced, we are scared of the worst should he eventually wake up," he said, taking his word one at a time. Every word from the doctor's lips was like a knife piercing through my heart. I fought the tears that were threatening to fall out of my face.
“Just keep doing everything within your reach to get him on his feet again,