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Unknown III

The beeping grew louder. This was what her life had become: leaving the cold hospital chair to press a button on a monitor that no one paid any attention to for three minutes of blissful silence. She didn’t look at the patient on the gurney and he didn’t look at her.

It was in the wee hours of the morning when the world shrunk in the cold darkness. This was all she could see of her life – all the sacrifices made for peace. She counted, quietly in her head, all that she wanted and all she would never have. Leaning over, her forehead rested on the aluminum handrail.

His fingertips gripped hers, slightly trembling. He rubbed his worry into her skin. She didn’t move.

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