I wish it was the strawberries and cream I usually associate these colours with, but its doctors coats and blood.
I wish it were...but it's doctors' coats and blood.
high observation surgical unit
I'm thinking this probably needs to be capitalized, because it's the name of a unit in the hospital.
tear stained cocoon
tear-stanied cocoon, I think.
“Wake uuup!!”
The superfluous "u"s in "up" make what should sound serious look silly, if that makes sense. Just stick to "Wake up!"
sitting cross legged against the walls
cross-legged, I think.
It goes foggy as I remember Dad coming in and lifting her up, like Superman, on to the bed and phoning the doctor.
The "Superman" comment is good: it makes us understand the person's age in this memory, softens the mood almost. I don't know why, but I liked it.
Also, at the beginning of this quote, when you say "It goes foggy"; what goes foggy? The main character's vision? Their surroundings? You might want to specify.
“No, no, I love you, you’re the best Mum.” I say to her glazed eyes, trying to penetrate her shield of alcohol with my white lies.
That period after "Mum" should be a comma, because you have "I say" after it.
I loved this sentence, though. Very nice.
A soft featured nurse is smiling at me.
soft-featured
But I could be wrong about all these hyphens.
I have a sudden urge to throw myself into her arms like a loony, to confess and apologise and beg for forgiveness, before I remember myself and get up and compose myself, ready to follow her, to take the long walk to her.
This is a verrry long sentence that you might want to consider breaking up into smaller sentences, and you also use the word "myself" twice in the sentence, which is repetitive.
I savour each moment that I’m not there yet.
I understand what you're trying to say here, but this sentence sounds awkward. Maybe something like, I savour each moment in which I am still in this hallway, not in that room. Or something to that effect.
where answers and few and unwanted,
Did you mean "where answers are few and unwanted"?
A flimsy figure is slumped over in a bed, unrecognisable. She’s the same as she was,
Here you contradict yourself. You say that she's unrecognizable, but then you say she's the same. What?
She disgusts me, and I want to reach out and take that white hand and hold it all night.
Maybe change it to: "She disgusts me, but I want to..."
I pull myself away, to the shop down the road. I wander around the aisles in a downbeat daze, looking for something to cheer her up. I come face to face with them, her enemy, and I try to make it mine. I absorb the words, the colours, the different colours of glass bottles and try to feel something. Other than the dull burning in the pit of my stomach I can’t summon up the feverish hate I so wish to.
This was an unsatisfying ending for such an emotionally charged peace. It was very abrupt when the main character left the mother, and the last few sentences were worded a bit confusingly. The reader is going to remember the ending: it's the last bit they read! So make sure it leaves a good impression.
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Apart from any grammatical errors, this was very well-written. The emotions were realistic and the main character was easy to relate to. With a bit of tweaking, I have confidence that this has the potential to be a great piece.
Points: 890
Reviews: 161
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