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Sick by reddit user DHF_Dissociations a.k.a David Feuling's Author Page
Tending to my sister Emily is a taxing job, but I'm the only family she has now. It’s been three years since she’s become too infirm to leave the house, and each day I am consumed with the care-taking efforts that her condition demands. I never complain, though. I love my sister more than anything in this world.
Emily used to adore spending sunny afternoons in the park so much. I am always heartbroken to deny her requests to go outside, but even a short while under the daytime sun leaves her skin raw and discolored. The local children gawk from their windows and doorways whenever I am forced to transport Emily outside.
Her face, once lovely, is now thin and gaunt from sickness. The strain of speaking leaves her words with a faulting, whisper-like quality. When I measure her pulse in the morning, her wrists feel as if they were completely frozen from the cold. I must always keep her smothered in blankets, or else she will shiver until her teeth chatter and her shoulders quake. I often tell her how much I miss watching her dance by the fire while Father played guitar. She had such great talent for movement before her illness began.
Emily gets very lonely sometimes, so now and then I’ll arrange for friends of mine to come by and serve as her “dates.” It's clear that she enjoys talking to someone new occasionally. I can be terrible with conversation, and I know how much she loves to debate and laugh. Before Mother and Father passed away, her laughter was a wonderful sound that rang through the house quite often. Now, on the rare occasion that she is not utterly immune to mirthful feelings, she can only wheeze delicately.
I wash her handkerchiefs daily, but it's difficult to remove all the blood and matter that accumulates from her constant coughing and retching. It terrifies me to think that I will lose Emily, and so I do everything I can to soothe her symptoms. Some days she will begin sobbing and crying out, “it is altogether too much!” I beg her not to say such things, but she continues. “It is altogether too much! Please, help me to die!” I often cannot sleep at night after such an episode.
I cherish my sister even more dearly than I value myself. She’d never doubt for a moment my conviction to her happiness, and I know in my heart that she appreciates my sacrifice. Even in all the distraction of her agony, she can never forget my devotion to her. She often tells me that she feels lucky to have her brother as her guardian angel, and every time my heart overflows with pride to have earned her trust in this way.
Someday, when she’s feeling especially grateful – so grateful that nothing in the whole world could upset her – I’ll admit that I’ve been poisoning her ever since Mother and Father died.
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