David s Life Book I I Dreamed of Djini and So Much MoreChapter 5
The room was sterile, somber. The sound of the air flowing through the vents and the steady rhythmic pulse of the machine tracking his heartbeat were the only constant sounds. Occasionally the sound of the door opening and closing would mar the quiet ambiance of the room. Then, there was also the infrequent sigh and scrape of the lone chair in the room when the occupant's mother would shift her position. David's mother did not stay all day, but she did come in nearly every day and would...