The sun fell down upon him in heavy thuds, like a rain of stones. He held a flattened hand over his brow, futilely attempting to protect himself from the heat. Removing his jacket and swinging it over his shoulder, he let out a shaky but calming sigh.
The building behind him rose from the ground like a grave. He dared not turn back to see it. He'd had enough of hospitals now. Instead, he watched the field on the other side of the road. A young couple lay together on an old picnic blanket, the girl clutching her lover's forearm and nuzzling her face in his chest. Their smiles were brighter than the sunlight.
It was then that he remembered the doctor's words; her damning statistics, and he laughed quietly. A small boy ran squealing down the field towards the screeching road; his mother jogging after him shouting for him to stop. She grabbed his arm and pointed a finger to his face, no doubt warning him of the dangers that life can bring.
But there were no dangers now. No threats or warnings. There were no dark, mysterious possibilities of death.
A weight had been lifted. He was lighter than air. Empty.
The lovers laughed, for they were full of life.
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