Literature
Balloons
Life got herself into a bit of trouble in the past couple of weeks. She ended up putting herself in the hospital. I couldn’t leave her alone for two seconds without her screwing up something.
I visited her in the hospital for a few days. Despite whatever she had, she still had the same glowing smile, her blonde hair still curled around her face. Even her lipstick look like it never had faded. She was the picture of well, Life, and she was still recovering, but she was going to be okay.
Life hated hospitals. She’d visited one too many, watched too many doctor shows; she knew Death hung around hospitals so often, and she didn̵