Laura
The rhythmic beeping of Samuel’s heart monitor had become strangely comforting over the last few weeks.
When I first started coming to the hospital, every sound had made me jump. Every machine seemed too loud, every nurse walking into the room made my heart race. Now I had learned the difference between the routine sounds and the ones that made everyone move a little faster.
Today was one of the good days.
Samuel actually had some color back in his face, and while he was still thinner than he had been before the treatments started, he looked more like himself than he had in days.
He was even sitting up instead of lying flat in bed.
“I don’t know why everyone keeps fussing over me,” he grumbled as he looked out the window. “I’ve had worse hangovers than this.”
I couldn’t help l
