The door creaked as the doctor entered the room. She went to the section draped with green curtains. Then I heard her say, “You should learn to accept it now. You just have to think of those who love you.”
She was saying this to a beautiful young girl, whom I had seen only once when the nurse drew apart the curtains covering her bed, in a tone freed of sympathy. I heard her sob.
This room we share gave no sign of hope. Its walls painted white foretell the future we await- based from the doctor’s prognosis. The crucifix hung on it only reminds me of what is going to happen.
This piece suggests many reactions from different readers. And I myself would want to know their answers to this question: What does this mean to you?I want to know how this episode affects a reader.