40: Harriet

Slowly, she pushed the glass doors and she stepped her foot in but stopped as a lump solidified in her throat. She inhaled and exhaled, composing herself from panicking. With one finally intake of breath, she pushed the doors wider and strolled in, the brightness of the room nearly dazzling but she didn't care as her attention was on the demised body lying on the bed, attached with machines to breathe, she gulped feeling a sudden tightness in her chest.

Was this her fault...? Of course, it was, everything was her fault. Not only did she lose her child, but Harriet was also fighting for her life and it was all because of her, because of her innocent, naive ways. 

Taking baby steps, she stopped beside the bed where the other person laid lifelessly, only the sound of the monitor was there to indicate she was still alive, struggling to make it to the land of the living.

Harriet, a lady she was used to seeing every