Prayer
I Can't Stop-Flux Pavilion
The steady beeping was a constant reminder that there was nothing she could do. Absolutely nothing. She was helpless. It made her sick to her stomach, every thought, every feeling, the way Brittany's face was black and blue, contrasting the white sheets. She had no idea what to do, no plan. Not like usual.
Gently, she clasped Brittany's hand between hers and for the first time in years, she prayed.