“Alice, what are you talking about?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Jim, I’m so sorry…”
“What do you mean gone?”
“I don’t know what I did… I- I couldn’t have helped it. I
don’t even know how this happened. I’m sorry!”
Jim walked to the window and glanced out. He saw nurses and
patients walking around in the courtyard. His sighs were getting heavier and
heavier. Alice knew that he was angry. She was sad. She wanted to fix it, but
she knew equally that there was nothing she could have done.
The nurse came in and quietly asked if she could get Alice
anything. She handed the couple some papers to sign and told them they could
leave whenever they were ready.
“Who is going to tell your parents, huh?” Jim asked.
Alice sat there in silence, holding her stomach as if there
was a point.
She knew she had hurt him. He knew he had no right to be
mad. It was neither one of their faults, but it felt like it was. Maybe it was
a sign. Maybe this was the closure they needed.
Alice looked up at Jim as she ruffled out the wrinkles in
her hospital gown.
“Let’s go, Alice. We are leaving.”
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