Flawed Resolutions

10:00pm in Ward 134.

"Are you a fool?" A voice said as hot tears rolled down her eyes. She could believe her ears, her eyes and ears couldn't deceive her everybut her heart could contain her sorrow.

"You thought I loved you, why would I?" He said as he laughed at her, watching her cry so hard that her heart aches. He loved bit of her pain till her death.

"Who will love a puppet like you, you don't have a mind of your own, you are just too foolish" he said as she raised her face. With pain in her body and heart, she could only say a word.

"Why?" She asked and he walked to her and raised her face. "Why? You still keep asking why?" He said and left her.

"Because you are you, you have nothing to offer me" he said and she cried loudlg again almost falling of the hospital bed. "Peter, I was there for you, I stood by you" she said trying to wipe off her tears but fresh ones won't stop coming.

"You are not beautiful, you are not wealth, you don't even have a good background, an orphan and to crown it all, you have an heart problem that you need a transplant, and you expect me to borrow funds for you. You don't worth it" Peter said and handed over an envelope to her.

"You are getting married to the president's daughter?" She forced herself to yell in shocked, she read the envelope over and over again, as she couldnt believe her eye still.

"She is all I need and all I got, I'm telling you this, so you can die knowing the truth" he said and arranged his shirt again. He picked up his wallet and phone that was by the bed side.

"And so you might know, this lucky button of yours doesn't belong to me" he said and drop a hold button on the bed. She quickly picked it up like it was her life line, she looked at the button with hopes in her.

"Thanks you" she finally said with a deep sigh. Peter smirked and picked his envelope back. "I won't waste my invite for someone who is dying soon. Take care in hell"

As soon as he walked out, she said crying all over again. She had lost everything she thought was her's. She was clueless on how it started and how it's ending, all she hoped for what death.

"Regina, Clean your tears and don't hurt yourself for a bastard" Mrs Nola, Regina's favorite nurse, said as she walked into the ward with an heavy vase.

She went toward the window, placed the vase down, arranged the flower and closed the window arranging the curtain properly to compliment the vase.

Mrs Nola is a 43 year old matron, who devoted all her life to her work ever since she lost her family to accident. She took it upon herself to be with Regina till she dies, since they could not the heart transplant.

"Maybe death could come quickly" Regina said slowly as she buried her head in the pillow deeply. "Or maybe, it won't come at all, let me go check on the latest news" she said as she pushed the trash can out.

At exactly 10:00 pm at the ward 801, a man stood in front of the see through glass, staring coldly at the city light.

Even though, it was bright and lovely, his heart was clouded with sadness. His favorite person is dying and he can't help her.

"her body is failing, she is giving up already, it doesn't seem like she is willing to pull through" the doctor checking on the patient placed her tablet down and looked at the man's back.

"Brother, let mother rest, mom wants to rest, please, I know we all want her to stay but we are making her suffer more" Lillian who was the doctor in charge of Mrs Bright said as she wipes off her tears.

"Do what is meant to be done" he said coldly as he steps out of the ward and gently walked and took the elevator. He met an elderly nurse in the elevator.

"Mister, please, can you help me with this vase?" It's too heavy, I can't bend to pick it" the nurse said and Jack looked at the vase.

He wonder how she had brought it into the elevator in the first place, he lifted the vase and walked behind the woman to where she was going.