Sloth
.Sleepy dark eyes stared out the window of the white-walled hospital room, messy black hair falling into them as they examined the faraway clouds in the baby blue sky. The young man didn’t bother to turn his head when he heard the door open on the other side of the room, yet he could tell it was his usual nurse from the smell of strong perfume and cleaning supplies. Gentle hands lifted up his arms and hoisted him up to a sitting position, but he still couldn’t bring himself to bother to look at the woman helping him. Cold hands picked him up off his bed and into his wheelchair, but still not a word was said between the two. They both had a mutual agreement of silence. Behind his gaunt features and pallid skin, beyond the young man’s thin arms and legs, one could tell he had once been very handsome. There was a small mole under his deep brown left eye, and his jawline was strong and well-formed. As the nurse wheeled him around the hospital gardens, he watched the birds in the trees fly from branch to branch with absolute freedom. He sighed minutely. Why fly when you could just sit still and ponder? It seemed like too much trouble to be a bird. What a pain.
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