The things you wish to not think about, must be spoken of.
There is a child in a hospital with their parents hovering over them. Their mobile phone is always charged, it is always in their pocket, it is always on the loud setting. Waiting.. and watching their child fade away, dimly hoping that someone will save their child.
There is a child in a hospital sitting beside her father. Holding his hand while he lays there sleeping. Every now and then she runs her fingernail across his palm, digging in sharply. She is hoping that he still flinches. She is dimly hoping that someone will save her father.
There is a baby who hasn't yet see the outside of a hospital. Parents that don't dare make plans for tomorrow. Relatives that ask tentatively..
"How is ..."
terrified that one day the answer will be.....
(Please check out my posts "I'm tired of 31 so lets get charitable" and "Upsize that donation!" - the draw is tomorrow and I'd love to get enough followers to put me over the $100 mark xx)