Prompt #39 

My family surrounded the small bed. My grandmother laid there extremely sick. She was too weak to even open her eyes. My grandfather had his hands clasped around her hand. An iv stuck out of her arm with a piece of medical tape holding it in place. The room was silent except for the heart rate monitor that beeped. My father had one hand resting on my shoulder while the other held a bouquet of flowers.  

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Hair had to be up. No jewelry allowed. Sneakers only. Tan pants or capris. Red and white striped shirt. ID badge had to worn at all times. I chose to volunteer at Eastern Maine Medical Center that summer. I thought it would be a way to get over my fear of hospitals. Three times a week I saw tons of sick people. Many reminded me of how sick my grandmother was when she died. Three times a week I volunteered eight hours to help people in the place that scared me the most and still, I didn't manage to conquer my fear.