He could hear them talking trough the door. The doctor and his mom had their voices hushed and low, but he had always had good ears, and they were able to confirm what the sobs inside the room and the constant “beeeeeeep…” said: his father lost his last fight.
For: https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-560-5-minute-freewrite-friday-prompt-confirm
