Her hand was suddenly on his arm and he saw she was awake. Alive.
"God has work for you," she whispered.
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Ben looked down at his wife. He could smell hospital in the air, and hear low hummings. Then his heart was in his throat, his eyes squinted shut and a wracking sob escaped him. He thrust fingers into his mouth to keep from crying aloud, but damn, this was painful. He'd give anything to have her back- if God would just erase this day and wake her. He sent up a silent prayer, begging God to make this deal.
Her hand was suddenly on his arm and he saw she was awake. Alive. "God has work for you," she whispered. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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