The machines were all there.

Everything was like he left them.

The rolling tray, close enough so that he could reach it and could still have a chair right next to his bed. A clipboard was on the unmade bed. I picked it up. It still had his information and everything.

A tear dropped from my cheek,it made a couple of the letters in his address swirl and get blended.

I put the clipboard on the rolling tray table and sat on the edge of his bed.

I sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, just staring at the ceiling. In a sudden rage of hurt and hate, I picked up the pillow and threw it at the door.

A piece of paper stuck out of the side of the pillow and made a crinkling sound when it hit the floor.

What the..?

I slowly uncrossed my legs and crawled out of the old hospital bed. Walking on the broken glass, I took the piece of paper from the pillow.

And opened it.

There was crinkly messy pen scripture.

It was from him.