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I am still lying in the hospital bed, staring at the cold, empty white ceiling. My body is weak, but my mind is filled with images of Charlie. His smile, his laughter, even his whines when he asked to sleep with me at night.
Every memory of him flows through my mind, making me miss hitn with all my heart and soul. It feels as if there is an empty space within me without his presence. I want to feel his embrace, hear his voice, and experience the happiness he always brought.
In the midst of this pain and loneliness, Charlie is the light hat keeps me going. I hope to return to him soon, share laughter and stories, and forget all this pain.
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Since Nicholas left a few hours ago, the atmosphere in this room has been so quiet. I know he went for something important, perhaps to fetch Charlie. But the uncertainty makes my heart even more anxious.
What is happening over there? Is Charlie okay? Is he crying, calling for me? These thoughts spin endlessly i head. I feel trapped in this empty space, unable to do anything but wait.
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Every second feels like an eternity, and this helplessness grows at my spirit. I want to run to his side, assuring him that everything will be alright. Yet, here I am, just lying down, hoping and praying that Charlie doesn’t feel
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Suddenly, the door creaks open. A nurse enters with a friendly smile, bringing a tray with lunch. “Ms. Sabrina, here’s your lunch,” she gently says, placing the tray on the small table next to my bed.
The aroma of warm chicken soup wafts through the air, but I don’t even feel hungry. Thoughts of Charlie and the uncertainty weighing on my heart distract me from the food in front of me. The nurse looks at me with understanding, as if she can sense my worry.
Although I know I should eat to regain my strength, this anxiety holds me back. I just want to hear news about Charlie and ensure he’s okay.
The nurse approaches and helps raise the back of my bed sol can sit comfortably. She looks at me intently, as if wanting to reassure me that everything will be alright.
“You need to eat,” she says. “Tonight you have to fast for tomorrow morning’s lab tests.”
Hearing that, I know she is right. Even though my stomach feels empty, my mind is still focused on Charlie. However, I try to remember the importance of taking care of myself so I can reunite with him soon. Slowly, I take a spoon and begin to eat the chicken soup, hoping to gain some strength from this food.
I look at her. “Yes, thank you,” I reply in a barely audible voice.
The nurse smiles again, then adjusts the tray so it’s easier for me to reach. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me with the bell, okay?” she says before stepping out and closing the door gently.
The atmosphere falls quiet again, and I feel a little calmer alter that brief encounter. Even though my heart is still filled with anxiety, there is gratitude for the nurse’s concern. I look back at the tray, trying to focus on the warm chicken soup, hoping to find a bit of comfort amid this worry.
1 gaze at the tray before me. There’s a bowl of chicken soup, a slice of whole grain bread, and a glass of orange juice. Food that should be appetizing, but I can only stare at it disinterestedly.
It’s hard to think about food when my heart and mind are haunted by Charlie. Each bite feels heavy, and even though I know I need to take care of myself, all my memories of him block the hunger that should be there.
I try to distract myself by gripping the spoon, but his image still haunts me. In this silence, my anxiety and longing intertwine, making me feel more isolated from the world around me.
“Charlie…” I whisper softly; even saying his name brings tears to my eyes. I miss that boy more than anything
After our brief lunch yesterday, I can’t stop thinking about how Hazel came and forcefully took him away. Charlie’s cries still echo in my ears, tightening my chest every time I remember them.
Every passing second without news from him adds to my worry. I want to run and embrace him, assuring him that everything will be alright. Yet, here I am, trapped, only able to long for his cheerful presence and smile. This pain feels so deep, as if something is tearing at my heart every time I recall our beautiful moments together.
I try to take the spoon and stir the soup before me. The clear broth reflects my weary and pale face.
I know I should eat. I know my body needs energy, especially since my condition is worsening. Yet, everything feels so heavy. The anxiety and longing gnaw at my spirit, making it difficult to focus on my physical needs.
Every time the spoon touches the soup, my mind drifts back to Charlie. Remembering his smile, his laughter, and all the wonderful memories we shared makes me feel even more isolated. Slowly, I try to sip a little broth, hoping to find the strength to endure and reunite with him soon.
I force myself to take a small spoonful of soup. It feels warm but bland. I swallow slowly, trying to think of nothing else but the food before me. One spoonful, two spoonfuls. I try to hang on.
While chewing on a small piece of whole wheat bread, my thoughts drifted back to Charlie. I was worried about how Hazel was treating him. Was he okay? Was he getting the warm hugs he deserved?
Or… was Hazel yelling at him again like before?
This anxiety wrapped around my heart tighter. Every memory of Charlie felt like a knife tearing at my emotions, and I felt powerless. I should have been there to protect him, but now I was trapped in uncertainty.
I took a deep breath, trying to push away those restless thoughts, but the image of Charlie, full of curiosity, continued to haunt me. I wanted to pray that he was okay, that he felt loved and safe, even though I couldn’t be by his side.
