Widowed patient lover

and at the same time not perceiving anything or anyone. It is darkn

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to what I think are my feet, I try to move, but I cannot. When I can't, despair sets in, t

! “I call out

it, I was hoping at least that the fi

from what I did that it is difficult for me to find myse

erything be

don't want

ot. The light has stopped being hopeful and has bec

even a suicide wouldn't wo

ine of sight. One of the nurses moves the lamp away from m

tor's voice is gruff, as

't believe him at all.

er nurse take my vital signs. In less time than I guess, everything starts to become a blur. My senses again go

l I need,