Seeing Delia for the first time...
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Keeping my face hidden behind the bill of my hat I make my way up the four flights to her room. Entering the wing reminds me of the inside of a beehive. People are going every which way with their minds on their tasks. Everyone is busy, seeming to be in a rush. I slowly make my way to her room. β£
When I enter itβs like Iβve been sucker-punched. Sheβs all wires, beeps, IV bags, and bandages. My mind immediately begins to process what I'm seeing. BP is slow, IV is half full, sheβll need a new one in about an hour. The deep cut on her cheek and one on her hand have a full bandage on them. Her eyes, that I know are a pretty shade of blue, are behind closed blacked lids. β£
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