Camille sat and watched the monitor. With each blip and tick, evidence of life was displayed on the screen. She wasn’t sure how long she sat, watching the lines, but knew it was doing no one any good to fixate and watch the squiggles, not sure what to be watching for.
It had been two full weeks of this. In and out of consciousness, awareness to complete loss in moments. Was it the medication or the body dictating the continuous beat of the heart? She would only know what was in her heart, hoping he wanted to live, knowing death would be easier.
So, there she sat, hoping for a future, moments caught between heart-beats, hoping that the will to live would dominate. Unfortunately, at this point she may never know. Words are no longer easy to hear, through the pounding in her chest.
©2020 CBialczak
For: https://dversepoets.com/2020/02/17/prosery-between-heartbeats/
Stine Writing 
I wonder so much how this waiting would feel like. Somehow I feel that she will pull through.. but it’s a painful process
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Thank you for linking up your prose piece, Christine! You’ve captured the desperate feeling of watching something over which you have no control and wove in the prompt line seamlessly. I like the way you conveyed the sounds of the monitor in ‘’each blip and tick’, and the juxtaposition of those ‘moments caught between heart-beats’ and ‘the pounding in her chest’. A terrible situation to be in.
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Thank you. Most of my writing is related to some sort of experience I’ve had. I try to put it in a written way that others may connect.
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Caught that breathlessness very well
Much❤love
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You have beautifully caught a moment between heartbeats that I’ve also endured, watching the unchanging monitors in despair.
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I’m sorry you have had to deal with this also. It is terrible.
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