So one day in my English class at school I was bored and we were watching a Charles Dickens biography so I wrote a thing and i want everyone ever to read it and love me here goes:
The only sound that could be heard in the sterile, colorless hospital room was the beeping and whirring of dozens of machines, each checking or maintaining a vital life function for the woman lying in the small bed, nearly as lifeless as the room around her. A man sat in the sickly green chair next to her, stroking her hand, the fruitless attempts to keep from tears distorting his leaking face into a look of sheer despair.
"Don't worry, Carol," he kept whispering to his wife. "You'll be fine honey. Don't worry."
After a few more minutes of silence being broken by only the machines and faint whispers, the doctor walked into the room. His face was tight, and his eyes gave away the news he was bearing, the news which meant the man's previous statement was incorrect, and he spoke.
"I'm so sorry, Miss." He said, internally cringing at the look of absolute defeat they gave him in return, a look he'd seen so many times and still couldn't get used to. "We ran the tests.. they came back positive for tinsel.. I'm afraid you're always going to be a Christmas Carol"
