She led him down another corridor to a room filled with screens. One wall was transparent—a one-way window looking into a patient room.
And there she was.
Charlotte lay in a hospital bed, thin and pale, her hair extremely thin. Various tubes and wires connected her to machines that beeped steadily. She looked smaller than he remembered, more fragile.
Arthur's breath caught in his throat. It's only been a few weeks and her condition had deteriorated so much.
"Charlotte," he whispered, stepping closer to the glass.
"She can't hear you," Dr. Mendez said. "And she's heavily sedated."
"Why?" Arthur demanded, never taking his eyes off his sister..
"The treatment for her late stage cancer, coupled with her symptoms has been causing her pain." Dr. Mendez's clinical tone couldn't disguise the gravity of her words. "The sedation is... merciful."
