Pity And Fear

1:07am. It should be dead silent at a typical hospital ward.
But no, it isn't at the one I am sitting in right now.

It's been a long week for my entire family and I don't think I wanna make explanations for everything that has happened. My sister's sound asleep on the hospital bed beside me while I am up completing my overdue assignments. My first night at a hospital, keeping her company till the dawn breaks. Her weak body broke up the pace of her breathing into slow ones, but she's kinda fine right now.

Sounds coming from everywhere and every possible corners keep disrupting my train of thoughts and concentration. The sound of the kid on the left side bed gagging phlegm and blood from the lungs, the sound of the infant on the right side cot coughing and crying like there's no end. Constant beeps from a hundred machines attached to each little poor souls in the entire ward echoes through the dim corridors while I hear footsteps of nurses doing their rounds.

Moments like these, makes my heart weep.