The nurse stopped by a curtain pulled closed on its ringed track. She touched Cory lightly on the upper arm. “Remember, visiting hours are over in twenty minutes, dear.” She drew the curtain back a few inches and retreated to the nursing station.
Cory stood outside the small, enclosed area, her heart thumping against her chest. Just the edge of the large hospital bed and a big machine with digital numbers and hoses were visible. She drew a deep breath and stepped inside.
Jess was a tiny mound in the huge bed, covered by a thin white blanket. A transparent hose ran across her chest and up into her nose. Tubes were taped to her arms and another to the back of her hand. She looked like she was asleep.
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