Stefano
It was hard to look at her, hell she didn’t even look like her. The tiny parts of my love that I could see anyway.
And she looked small. So bloody small as she would say. There didn’t seem to be one part of that was bandaged, or wired up to machines. The silence would have be deafening if it wasn’t for the constant whirl and beep of the machines.
Machines that were keeping her alive.
“You can talk to her you know.” The nurse , who I hadn’t seen before said as she checked something . Fiddling with the drip she smiles down at my position next to Lily’s bedside.
There must have been a shift change because I didn’t recognise her.
Just how long had I been sat here since coming back from visiting my premature son.
“Can she even hear me?” Tired that’s what I was. Bone f*****g e
