13 Chapter Thirteen

Day 27 The cup of Coffee

She put the flowers in the vase that she pick along the way to the camp, she pulled the curtain to let the sunlight into the room. A second day Sergeant Herrera is in the stage of coma, he is looking lifeless with the mechanical ventilator attached to his body, she only wish and pray that he will be awake too soon, she misses him so much, her heart feels dying everytime she sees the Sergeant lying in the bed of death, but, she hopes that one of this day he will be awake, smiling, laughing and teasing her sometimes and she could feel his warmest hug and they will dance as a sweet lovely couple.

She sat beside the Sergeant looking at him and touches his face, holding his hands.

"Good morning my love, its a beautiful day, you never see it again... Hmmm... You should get up on your bed right now, I miss you." she kisses the forehead of the Sergeant to say goodbye for a while. She adjusted the blanket first before she left the room.