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Prompt: steel. "Kiss the Rain" by Yiruma.

My eyes opened slowly. The light hung above me was bright.

Not long now.

I shut them once more. What was it about harsh lighting that made everything more dramatic? Even through my eyelids, the bright white was still there. I turned onto my side. Ah, darkness at last. How nice...

Shouldn't we give her anesthetic?

No point. She's beyond that now.

Sometimes, they're so obvious. Idiots. Can't they tell that I can here them? Maybe not. Regardless, I know what's going on. I'm in a hospital. Contrary to popular belief, it is not white everywhere. The blankets are a lovely periwinkle, and the windowsill is home to some photographs my mother, Renee, brought in. There are flowers by my bedside, brought by someone else, though I can't remember who. Charlie, my father? It is irrelevant. I wonder if they are still the same bright red they were a few days ago, but my eyes remained closed.

So peaceful.

It's not like I'm going to die. Before this, I'd never been sick a day in my life. I was clumsy, yes, which has landed me in the hospital before, but sick? Never. They should be releasing me in another day or two. The only reason I'm still here is for surveillance.

My arm brushes against the cold steel of the the handrails. Quickly it retracts.

How is she?

She's tired, Edward. Let her rest.

I feel something wet drip onto my cheek. Oh no. Don't tell me there's another person crying for me. Before arriving here, I wouldn't have thought anyone besides my parents and Jessica Stanley might come and visit. However, so far, I've been very wrong. People I haven't even met have stained my sheets and hands with tears.

I've only come to replace the flowers. Then I'll leave.

A/N

Hello, and thank you for reading. The song used for a prompt was very peaceful and conflict-free. The setting that first came to mind when I heard the song was the peace that comes with acceptance, and the acceptance that comes with something troubling. I know it's very short, so please forgive me for that eheheh. Anyway, this story I'll be continuing, or at least plan to.

Please review! I'm trying to improve my writing, so any and all constructive criticism is welcome :)