Time to confess

The woman in her 50s entered the door of a pristine hospital. Calm and proud, she walked down the familiar hallways. Leaving her home made her increasingly queasy and weak, and the doctors were clueless of why. She had her suspicious, though.

Her determined gate took her into the hospital room. Her dearest friend was there, on the verge of death, like all those years ago. Sadly, there was no saving her this time. Regina was frail, reduced to a mere skeleton with skin that clung like a loose suit. Seeing Tiffany, her lips curled up. Her son was the first to greet the newcomer.

"Thank you for coming, aunt Tiff," he said sniffing and shaking the woman's hand.

"You look terrible, dear. When was the last time you got a good night sleep?" she told Josh softly.

"I can't remember," he said, turning to his exhausted father.

Tiff sighed. "Why don't you two go and have some rest? I'll