The clunking of wheels and harsh lights of the hospital jangled Rhiannon on the way to the operating room. Her Valentine's Day could not have been more memorable. Rhiannon couldn't imagine any better way to end such a heart-wrenching day. Her gown and cap were, by far, the worst outfit Aaron had ever seen her in. But he didn't seem to mind as he held her hand up to the double doors where they were to part ways.
"I hope you survive the next couple days without me," she jabbed at him when they reached a stop. Aaron looked down at her and brushed a hand over her cheek.
"See you on the other side, smart-ass." She smiled, and he planted a kiss on her forehead for good luck. Her chest filled with the warmth of hope that she would emerge from this surgery and return to life. In more ways than one.
BINABASA MO ANG
Sweet Sickness, Literally.
Short StoryA concoction of the events of my life and the fantasies in my head that never came true, but were brought to life through these words. Teetering on the line between life and death, Rhiannon chooses life in more ways than one.
