Please get better. Please. I’m not sure what I’d do without you. The doctor said you can pull through this. We just need your fever to break. You’ll be fine. Did you hear her say that? Everything’s going to be fine and in a few days you’ll come home with me. God, this is absurd, I can’t believe this is happening again. Your third case of Boogie fever in six months. Thank god Lady Gaga is going back to the studio, I don’t think you’d make it if she released another single. You don’t have to dance, just because she says so.
"I don't want to lose you", Mark whispers to his son who is dying from cancer. "I know you will pull through. I'm fighting this cancer too, we're both in this together." Mark knows deep down inside that his son will not survive and thinks to himself that no one should have to bury their child.
He was tired. He was tired and he was in pain but they wouldn't let him go. “It's over,” he wanted to tell them, “It's over and there's nothing you can do. I'll never be myself again.” But as agonizing as every breath was, when they touched him, he knew he had to go on. When they took his hand, when they kissed his face, he knew it wasn't over for them. They couldn't let him go. He knew he was already gone. He could feel it. But they wouldn't let him go, so he had to wait.
I cant seem to get a gig. I get stuck with the worst jobs. Now i'm playing some gay extra on a soap who's lover is dying? awesome. how sweaty is this his head. i wonder what this liqued is. god i hope its water thats touching my lips and not this guys actual sweat.
I had just started working at the hospital and heard the rumors about some maniac creeping into patients rooms at night and molesting them. I couldn't believe it at first but when I started my rounds for the evening and saw George here after his shift had ended, I felt compelled to follow him and see what he was up to. Yet I couldn't keep up with him and thought I had lost him altogether, when my attention was drawn to some strange green glow coming from the room kitty corner from me. As I peered in I saw George leaning over the patient, muttering some incoherent language as he repeatedly kissed him.
I feel guilty for being so strong. There are times in one's life where change is not evident. It's as if I have grown to a point of stasis while everything else around me is in flux. It's naive, I know, but it's a delusion of permanent stability that I can't shake. Of course it could be worse. I could be in this state and feel weak instead of strong, but in that weakness I would be reminded of stronger times resulting in a feeling of being divided. Like James. He is literally rotting away right in front of us. His rate of change is massive, and more than compensates for my own Dorian Gray way of cheating nature. James changes daily, sometimes better but more often than not, worse. To see him for the first time you'd think he was always weak and emaciated. It's like old people when you're young: you just assume they've always been old despite their continual reminiscing about their younger years. I always assumed they made that up to make me feel more comfortable around them. But I know that once James was strong, ran obsessively and could drink and dance all night. He would get this wild look in his eye when he thought of a better way to do something. He knew how it take it all.
Oh no, he's back. That one guy who just goes around being weird to all the patients. Maybe if I close my eyes and pretend to sleep he won't notice that I'm awake. The guy is just two thirds annoying and one third creepy. He's right over me isn't he. I can hear him breathing. It's like he's waiting for me to open my eyes. He's waiting for me to acknowledge him. Yeah, that's not going to happen. Wait... what is that smell... Is he breathing on me - WHAT? Did that just happen? Why the hell would you kiss my eye?! I think I may throw-up...
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Please get better. Please. I’m not sure what I’d do without you. The doctor said you can pull through this. We just need your fever to break. You’ll be fine. Did you hear her say that? Everything’s going to be fine and in a few days you’ll come home with me. God, this is absurd, I can’t believe this is happening again. Your third case of Boogie fever in six months. Thank god Lady Gaga is going back to the studio, I don’t think you’d make it if she released another single. You don’t have to dance, just because she says so.
ReplyDelete"I don't want to lose you", Mark whispers to his son who is dying from cancer. "I know you will pull through. I'm fighting this cancer too, we're both in this together." Mark knows deep down inside that his son will not survive and thinks to himself that no one should have to bury their child.
ReplyDeleteHe was tired. He was tired and he was in pain but they wouldn't let him go. “It's over,” he wanted to tell them, “It's over and there's nothing you can do. I'll never be myself again.” But as agonizing as every breath was, when they touched him, he knew he had to go on. When they took his hand, when they kissed his face, he knew it wasn't over for them. They couldn't let him go. He knew he was already gone. He could feel it. But they wouldn't let him go, so he had to wait.
ReplyDeleteI cant seem to get a gig. I get stuck with the worst jobs. Now i'm playing some gay extra on a soap who's lover is dying? awesome. how sweaty is this his head. i wonder what this liqued is. god i hope its water thats touching my lips and not this guys actual sweat.
ReplyDeleteI had just started working at the hospital and heard the rumors about some maniac creeping into patients rooms at night and molesting them. I couldn't believe it at first but when I started my rounds for the evening and saw George here after his shift had ended, I felt compelled to follow him and see what he was up to. Yet I couldn't keep up with him and thought I had lost him altogether, when my attention was drawn to some strange green glow coming from the room kitty corner from me. As I peered in I saw George leaning over the patient, muttering some incoherent language as he repeatedly kissed him.
ReplyDeleteGoodbye Son
ReplyDeleteI feel guilty for being so strong. There are times in one's life where change is not evident. It's as if I have grown to a point of stasis while everything else around me is in flux. It's naive, I know, but it's a delusion of permanent stability that I can't shake. Of course it could be worse. I could be in this state and feel weak instead of strong, but in that weakness I would be reminded of stronger times resulting in a feeling of being divided. Like James. He is literally rotting away right in front of us. His rate of change is massive, and more than compensates for my own Dorian Gray way of cheating nature. James changes daily, sometimes better but more often than not, worse. To see him for the first time you'd think he was always weak and emaciated. It's like old people when you're young: you just assume they've always been old despite their continual reminiscing about their younger years. I always assumed they made that up to make me feel more comfortable around them. But I know that once James was strong, ran obsessively and could drink and dance all night. He would get this wild look in his eye when he thought of a better way to do something. He knew how it take it all.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe that after all this it was just Beaver Fever! Ironic, huh?
ReplyDeleteGod I love him.
Oh no, he's back. That one guy who just goes around being weird to all the patients. Maybe if I close my eyes and pretend to sleep he won't notice that I'm awake. The guy is just two thirds annoying and one third creepy. He's right over me isn't he. I can hear him breathing. It's like he's waiting for me to open my eyes. He's waiting for me to acknowledge him. Yeah, that's not going to happen. Wait... what is that smell... Is he breathing on me - WHAT? Did that just happen? Why the hell would you kiss my eye?! I think I may throw-up...
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