I was so sick in the hospital. Twenty long days and nights. My kids lived far away, too busy to come.
My friends, well, they had their own lives. No one came to see me. It was so quiet and lonely.
I cried a lot when the lights went out.
Then, one night, a quiet girl came into my room. She just stood there. She looked different, not like a nurse.
She was so young. She just looked at me and said, “Be strong. You can beat this!” Her voice was soft.
It made me feel a little better, even if I was confused. She came a few more nights, just sitting there.
When I finally got better and could leave, I asked about the quiet girl. The nurses looked at me weird.
They said, “What girl? There was no girl visiting you. Must have been the strong meds you were on.” I believed them.
I thought maybe I dreamed her up.
Six weeks later, I was out and about, feeling strong again. I was walking down the street, thinking about getting some groceries. That’s when I saw her.
My blood ran cold. It was that girl. The quiet girl from the hospital.
But she wasn’t wearing scrubs or a uniform. She was sitting on the cold ground, wrapped in a thin blanket. She looked homeless.
My jaw hit the floor.
She wasn’t a nurse. She wasn’t a dream. She was real.
I walked closer, my heart pounding. She looked up at me. I asked, “What are you doing out here?” She told me she was a patient too, but homeless.
She said she heard me crying at night and saw no one ever came to my room. She just wanted me to know I wasn’t alone. I felt a huge lump in my throat.
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