#matthew-ferris

The doctors had been in for the day and looked over Max’s wound and checked her breathing. Things were slowly improving, but her recovery time wasn’t looking like she had hoped it would. For a woman who loved music and singing, she was a prisoner in her own body. Even sighing wasn’t an option, so she did what she had figured out how to do best...sleep.

Closing her eyes, she tried to quiet her mind until she had heard the door open up. Eyes open again, she glanced over to see who was coming in on her; hoping and praying it wasn’t another doctor or nurse.