Room 314 and the Graduation Tickets for Hannah Morgan
“Your vitals are due in ten minutes,” Rachel said.
Her voice was steady and quiet.
She didn’t ask why I was alone again.
She looked at the brown teddy bear propped against the pillows.
Its black plastic eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
“They’re gone,” I said.
I stood up from the chair and walked slowly toward the bed.
The plastic mattress cover crinkled loudly as I sat down.