The first overnight in Hospital

I can’t sleep while I sit on the only chair.
I can’t sleep while the nurse said visitors are not allowed to take shower.
I can’t sleep while the next door Popo breathe very slow, hard and loud.
I can’t sleep while I need to say many prayers for Popo, the opposite young lady who has no visitors, and an old Popo who is taken care of by maid.
I can’t sleep while mum cough very hard and bloody.
I can’t sleep while the nurse dragging the medic equipment till everyone knows that she is coming!!
I can’t sleep while the families and relatives of Popo talk to her, console her and cry for her when she is gone.
I can’t sleep while others’ hand phone ring maliciously at night.
I can’t sleep while others painfully scream and mourn at night.
I can’t sleep while the nurse uses her maxi volume, high pitch and stern voice to order her subordinate to do another task at the middle of the night.
I can’t sleep while the families and relatives talk about casket and funeral and discuss between them in the room.
I can’t sleep while the opposite old Popo snore so long and loud.
And I start to admire her.
I should be able to sleep because of my selfish soul.
The nurse asks for the extra chair to be borrowed to the next door and my answer is yes but with a small request if I can borrow it when my brother is back.
I didn’t ask for it when my brother is around. He had run for the whole day and he deserved to sit and rest for a while.
I’m not tired because I can’t sleep. I’m just tired that I have no wisdom.
Popo, please don’t worry and God will be with you always.
And mum, I know that you can’t sleep too. But you need to have strength and fight for another day, so do I. Please get well soon and let’s fight together. Because this is just the first night.