Bryce: Lingering Despair
The dreary hospital walls swamped its occupants with misery and fear. The cream-colored walls, bleached tile floors, and monotone nurses sapped the life out of everyone in the waiting room.
I sat on one of the rigid chairs with worn-out padding and creaking armrests. My mother continued to pray with a cross in her hand, while dad had his arms wrapped around her shoulders comforting himself just as much as her.
The guards routinely swapped as the hours went by to maintain fresh eyes. The security threat had risen after the poisoning and all precautions were being taken. The thought of eating or drinking had become an appalling afterthought as my mind lingered.
The team of doctors monitored Elizabeth’s condition and kept us up-to-date as the hours went by. The ni
