This Isn't The Sort Of Thing That Happens To Someone Like You (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
She pulled her chair closer, the metal legs scraping across the floor. She’d been here barely ten minutes, and already she wanted to leave. She should be praying now, she supposed. But she didn’t know what she would be praying for, if she were to pray honestly; whether she would be praying for his healing or simply asking not to have to be here at all. The machines beside his bed did what they needed to do. His chest rose and fell. She tried to remember when she’d last prayed for anybody. The thought of it seemed almost ridiculous, now. She reached out and held his hand. It was warm. She held it between her two hands, and she thought she felt some small pressure in response. Was that possible? She closed her eyes. She opened her eyes and looked around. The door to the main part of the ward was open, but nobody was watching. She could hear the nurses talking in their little side-room, further down the corridor.
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