The other day I was at the hospital having my battery re-charged. When I got there, the room at the day ward was full, but by lunchtime everyone had left, and I was alone with my blood and tubes. The doctor came in and I told him about a decision I had made. We talked awhile, and then he left, and I was alone again.
I felt like I should cry after what he’d told me, but I couldn’t.
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