Date = 7 June
I’ve been living in a painful bubble for a week now.
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)(Paws and Claws)
POV - Aria
“Are you okay, dear?” I blink up into a pair of warm brown eyes, soft and glistening under the harsh fluorescent hospital light. The elderly nurse’s face is round, kind, framed by a halo of silver curls that glint faintly like tinsel. She smells of cocoa butter hand cream mixed with the sterile bite of hospital soap. Her voice has the weight of blankets tucked tight on a winter night.
For a moment, my throat seizes. She reminds me so much of my mother that I almost fling myself into her arms. Hell, what I wouldn’t give for those flabby arms right now, wrapping me up, squeezing me until all the jagged pieces inside stop rattling. A body soft and warm
