*Brody*
I sat in the chair with my elbows resting on my knees and my hands supporting my head, drooping with fatigue. I had enough. My body was on the verge of exhaustion, my eyes ached as if sand were collecting under my eyelids, and my stomach felt like it was sticking to my spine, but I wouldn't give up. Yawning again, I forced my heavy eyelids, like lead, to stay in place as I stared at the incubators. I feared my entire universe would disappear if I closed my eyes, leaving me in darkness, at the mercy of loneliness, bitterness, and a torn heart. I had lost so much, I had gained just as much, and now I was shaking with fear that I would lose it all again.
"Brody, you can't keep going like this for much longer. It's been almost a week, and you still refuse to sleep even for a moment.
