Unmade Promises

In a VIP ward at the general hospital, Helena Kincaid lay on the hospital bed with an IV connected to her arm, delivering fluids to her body.

Her husband Arthur Kincaid sat by her bedside holding her hand.

Helena chuckled at her husband’s nervous expression. Her eyes fluttered and she said, “you don’t have to look so scared. It’s not like I’m dying.”

“Stop saying that. You don’t know how afraid