s it now. I'll take full respo

t obey. A nurse approached me with a needle. I s

ck in my arm. They w

uel. "Drain her dry! Who cares if she di

d faded

art of my body burned. My throat was so

against the faint city lights. He turned, and even

his voice dripping with contempt. "You

my voice barely aud

to the door. "I've canceled your treatment. All the medical staff assign

e room into absolute

s constant. I could hear the nurses in the hallway, talking in hushed tones about how devoted Mr. Johnson was to Ms.

tcher of water on the bedside table. My body screamed in protest. I

fresh, sharp pain cut through the dull ache of my

choed in the empty room. My husband. My son. They

i

crash, buzzed on the floor. I crawled tow

lright? I heard there was an accident. The community needs

th. I looked at the blood on m

ice surprisingly steady. "I