hospitals are where people come to die or prevent death. you can smell the disease. you can see the hurt and pain. it's quite morbid if you really think about it.
I came here once after I had a seizure, then I came once a month, every week, and now I never leave.
This is what happens when you have cancer on your brain. it keeps coming back, and I keep staying here.
I tell them to let me return home, that I'd rather die there, but they ignore me because the cancer is on my brain which means I can't hear them talking about how it affects my mental ability.
Little do they know I'm a celebrity amongst the elderly. I have made many friends, most die after a week of our friendship, but it's always an enjoyable week.
you can learn alot from the elderly, like how times have changed, and how simple it was before smart phones and cable.
the women frequently tell love stories of their deceased husbands who served in the military. those conversations always lead to my non existenting love life.
I make my way back to my room before bedtime and my parents read me a story as if I'm five.
they think I'm crazy because I don't speak, but I speak, only to those worthy. I don't have alot of time left and I don't want to waste my words of wisdom on those unwilling to return the favor.
my nights end with a nurse coming over and injecting my IV with some type of sleep sedative thing that inhibits me from dreaming or even waking up to use the toilet.
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symbiosis
Teen Fictiontwo people together with everything in common are hard to find but envied. every conversation comes easily, never an awkward silence. their problems are eachothers, and they always understand. but you see, this is a work of fiction inspired by life...
