I finally get to visit my granfather after he was discharged from TTSH. And he didn't look any better.
He lies in a bed,
with a nasal prong,
supported by an oxygen amplifier,
chairs surrounds the bed,
cup of water at the table.
He was much thinner now, not wanting to eat or drink for the past few days.
He gasp for air every now and then.
Never saying anything.
Just lay there holding his hands near his chest.
My grandmother sat beside him and cried, my mum too.
I sat, holding myself back, holding the tears, trying to be strong.
He has been in this state for this few days.
Relatives come and go, reciting prayers into his ears.
I too recited the prayers that I could think of.
He doesn't look like he could hang in there any longer.

There isn't anything that we could do...
We could only watch...
We could only pray...
That he would live another day...