She's Dying to Survive

She stands there, on the sidewalk. The floor is too cold to be sat at, so she leans on the sides of her feet, which she doesn't feel anymore. 

The more she holds her baby, the more se feels its pain. The small undeveloped creature stopped crying days ago. He got used to the constant physical hurting, she thought.

All she wanted was to hear his crying again, any alive noise; but the heart beat was garbled and the slow breathing was almost gone.