It's airy here.. Sun shining through the windows. Pink reddish curtains tied neatly at the windows. Pastel orange curtains hang between the beds moving as the wind blows. The soft sound of chit chatting at the background. Then the sound of prayers.
He's currently sleeping. Tired? Maybe. Sedated? Maybe.
He's really looking way much better than last week. Shaved head and moustache. Clean nails, hands and feet. He must have not known he's actually so clean, compared to the previous him. Uncombed and messy hair, haggard and dirty look. God knows how long he hasn't bath at that time. Maybe he'll actually be surprised if there's a photo comparing the two looks.
Looking around, I wonder what's the story of the people around here. Waiting to recover? Waiting to have operation or therapy? Or waiting to die?
He seems to be here waiting to die. Doctor said there are nothing much they can do. And it's actually too late to take any preventive steps. What should he do? What else can we do for him? Hope that he's not in pain, not suffering. Hope all the close ones can reach in time to see him.
But he looks alright to me. Just only that he's sleeping all the time. Tossing his head left and right, as if trying to get a nice sleeping position on the pillow. Or is he dreaming?
Ambulance siren can be heard now and then.
Ahh, finally some footsteps sounds. Kids running by. More audible chit chatting sounds.
Visiting hours.
What's next? I don't know, maybe I just don't want to know. I feared what's to happen - be it good one or bad one.
May God point us to the right direction, and continue to give us strength to carry on.
God bless.