I watched my grandfather through the transparent glass, hooked up to many drips running into his body at once.
The scent of antiseptic hitting my nose. A function of him being in the ICU. This place practically smelled of death. I could feel it trying to wrap its mischievous hands around my neck.
I was found thinking about what could be next. I had a lot of things on my mind and quite honestly, I was hoping for a day where I would be able to deal with issues properly. I didn't want to stress myself so much but at the same time still give myself some break.
"He would recover pretty nicely if we are able to curb it before it becomes even more critical." The doctor spoke, interrupting my thoughts as I watched on.
This wasn't the kind of situation I wanted him to be in at all. I had a g
