Norman's pov
Her forehead was wrapped in a bondage. Her skin looked pale, her hair tangled. Her lips looked duller than the vibrant colours it used to look like. It looked like she was in deep sleep as her eyes were shut together. She was in a blue hospital scrub trousers and my jersey. Her feet looked cold.
I looked at the ghastly image of the girl I had proposed yesterday as it was already some minutes past 4 in the morning. I didn't sleep a wink in the hospital.
I honestly hated hospitals. I mean what was there was to hate. The nauseous smell of disinfectants, the occasional seeing of sick people everywhere, the smell of blood whenever an accident happens. Even though, the smell of disinfectants tried their best to cover the smell of blood in the air. I could still pick it up every
