"When will I be able to go home?" She asks the question that has been on her mind for the pasts two weeks.
The nurse pauses for a while before giving her a small sympathetic smile.
"Soon." Was all she could say.
But the nurse knew better than to tell the poor 14 year old the truth.
Nothing can stop her awaiting death.
No therapy.
No amount of medication.
No amount of hope.
Just nothing.
N o t h i n g.
