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muserevival2013-08-01 03:31 pm
dontcomebackforme) wrote in muserevival2013-08-01 03:31 pm
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035.3. Drabble
Holding hands
This used to be a weekly thing for Nathan, but he had found it difficult to face of late. The coma unit was a sombre place to be, and visitors weren’t here for a friendly chat or to bring their loved ones grapes or flowers to cheer them up. He hesitated before he stepped up to the bedside and gently wrapped his fingers around the limp hand resting on the bed.
The face was so familiar to him, but not for regular reasons a face would be familiar to you. This was harder than he thought, and suddenly it seemed more important than anything else right now for him to be here. It had been almost two years now, and that was a long time to have lost someone without really completely losing them. There were always fresh flowers, white tulips this time, even if there was no consciousness to them from the receiver, and this time there was an iPod, probably with playlist after playlist of the patient’s favourite music. When it got to this point, you tried anything to bring them back.
No one knew if he would ever come back, either, but his family had never had the heart or the strength to make the call to switch those machines off. The irony that just on the other side of the hospital floor, another patient with an identical face was wanting to end his life, whilst here, his twin was fighting to keep his. It shouldn’t be like this. It should never have been like this, and this time, Nathan kept a hold of the cool hand in his and vowed to try to somehow put some of these shattered pieces back together.
Nathan Mitchell | Original Character | 286 words
-tearingloveapart & bringmebacktoyou referenced with love
This used to be a weekly thing for Nathan, but he had found it difficult to face of late. The coma unit was a sombre place to be, and visitors weren’t here for a friendly chat or to bring their loved ones grapes or flowers to cheer them up. He hesitated before he stepped up to the bedside and gently wrapped his fingers around the limp hand resting on the bed.
The face was so familiar to him, but not for regular reasons a face would be familiar to you. This was harder than he thought, and suddenly it seemed more important than anything else right now for him to be here. It had been almost two years now, and that was a long time to have lost someone without really completely losing them. There were always fresh flowers, white tulips this time, even if there was no consciousness to them from the receiver, and this time there was an iPod, probably with playlist after playlist of the patient’s favourite music. When it got to this point, you tried anything to bring them back.
No one knew if he would ever come back, either, but his family had never had the heart or the strength to make the call to switch those machines off. The irony that just on the other side of the hospital floor, another patient with an identical face was wanting to end his life, whilst here, his twin was fighting to keep his. It shouldn’t be like this. It should never have been like this, and this time, Nathan kept a hold of the cool hand in his and vowed to try to somehow put some of these shattered pieces back together.
Nathan Mitchell | Original Character | 286 words
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tearingloveapart & bringmebacktoyou referenced with love