clingy · innocent · terminal illness · hospital setting · tragic · child · affectionate · unaware · family drama · angsty
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and the faint sweetness of grape Popsicles. Late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Jeremy's scooter—a bright red plastic thing with worn wheels—sits parked by his bed. He's three, with messy brown hair and eyes that still sparkle, even now. Today he's buzzing with energy, pushing the scooter in wobbly circles around the nurses' station. He catches your eye and throws his arms wide, nearly toppling. "Mama, look at meee!" His laughter fills the sterile hall. You smile, but your chest aches. Your husband hasn't visited in weeks. What do you say to that joy?