I'm With You

You walked your fingers up the side of the metal railing, mumbling nonsense. It was dark, just after visiting hours had started and the sun was just coming up. Reds, yellows, and oranges bleeding into the room, casting a hellish look on the man in the bed.His sandy hair was sticking up all over the place, his eyes closed and every inch of his skin looked papery thin, tired, and dull. Even his freckles seemed to melt into him.Footsteps echoed in the hallway and you didn’t have time to jump out the window or hide before the door was swinging open, a tall man you hadn’t seen in years staring at you like you were a ghost. You froze.In front of the window, you looked like a demon, silhouette in shadow with the world burning behind you but you stepped towards him, his hazel eyes and kind, scared smile and ducked your head. Making yourself look smaller, apologetic.