"She has barely moved since Piette passed away."
The Midwife thought to herself, looking to the woman in front of her.
"Her eyelids keep darting around while she is asleep, and she mutters to herself constantly while awake, in truth I don't think she even realises it"
she continued as she cleaned the room around her patient.
"I can't even begin to relate what she is going through right now, her husband murdered and their daughter was essentially born without a chance at life" "Heartbreaking events to say the least... so young as well... nobody deserves this type of pain"
Her thoughts came crashing to a stop as the first clear words in what must have been days escaped from the young woman's lips.
"Anette"
"That name again?" the midwife thought to herself, remembering that name being mumbled many times in her patient's near silence.
"Miss, are you okay?" she cautiously asked, worried, yet partially relieved.
Not another word was shared, the young woman gave a glance at the midwife, her eyes filled with anything but sorrow. The level of determination in those emerald eyes was chilling to the bone. Feeling like she didn't even see the woman for who she was..
The young lady stepped out of bed and moved towards her proper clothing, folded neatly on a table on the edge of the room. She got dressed looked at the midwife, nodded and was on her way.
At first step after closing the door, she grasped the left side of her chest and looked up momentarily, before heading out from this building, ripe with new, bad memories.
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