I want to live.

about the ward I was in. A few beds. Security

y? The psychiatrist would like

ned face any longer. I also knew that the psychiatrist was going to ask me why, and to be honest I didn't have an answer to that. All my years of pain a

make out her face until she was sitting beside me. Older, professional, but gentle looking. I wonder if in their training for t

ou feeling

ting to let too much away o

while really, you took a

face narrowed a bit when she realised

bout the fact you survived? It's just you

I wasn't meant to wake

d n

ow

me, would you try again?

n if? Where else