I could not speak as Esmee helped me back to my bed. My body shock with
anger and resentment. The rest of my dignity had now been torn away from me and
flushed away. I knew Esmee had watched patients use the bathroom before and she
did not try to make it harder for me but there was no way to make it better,
what I just had to go through was horrendous, degrading, Soul crushing.
I buried my head face down into the lumpy hospital pillow and once again
let the tears take over me. I had been crying far too much lately as normally I
never cried but now things seemed more helpless than ever before, Apple gate
was keeping alive my corps. Inside I was already dead.
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