14 | Priorities

Phoebe’s POV

“Your times up, sweetie”

I break out of my daze and turn behind to see a middle-aged nurse hovering behind me, holding a metal tray containing various injections. I cringe at the sight of the numerous syringes and nod my head before glancing at my unconscious best friend for the last time.

I exit the glass space and just like every time, I pause in front of the reception desk maintaining the ICU unit and ask one of the duty doctors, “Is her vitals ok?”

The now-familiar doctor looks at me with the same pitying eyes and assures me that she’s recovering. But for some inexplicable reason, I find his words hard to believe.

If she was indeed doing ok, then why isn’t she conscious yet?

Just like always, I nod my head and exit the dark bleak interiors of the ICU room. My hands push past the polished wooden double doors as I walk out.

As soon as I’m out, I e