Want anything? he asked. Coffee? Iced tea? A newspaper? she shook her head.

The television was on. Some show about cookware. A short fat man selling pots and pans, making bacon and eggs. Showing how easy it is to clean up afterward. Just wiped out the pan with a paper towel. The sound was down low. You could barely hear him.

Want some juice? I could ask the nurse to bring you some, he told her. Again, she shook her head side to side. Alright, he sat down next to the bed. We’ll just sit here till it’s time, she smiled.

A nurse came in to check her vitals. Blood pressure was good, heart was pumping, temperature normal. Do you know what time it’ll be? the husband asked.

No, sir. I do not. Shouldn’t be that much longer, she left the room.

It’s so dark in here, he got up and pulled the blinds. The sun came through. That’s better, he told her. So depressing in here. It’s gotta weigh on you, he looked down at the parking lot. Watched the cars moving around. Saw people walking into the hospital carrying flowers and stuffed animals, helium balloons with well wishes on them. He brought a Bible. Neither read from it.

You’re going to be alright, he stroked his wife’s face. You’re going to be alright. I love you, he said. I love you. 

She just smiled.