No Air

Often, at night, as I try and sleep I run through the memories from February. The memories are so terrible.....the cannulas in your neck, the shouting, the rain, the social workers, the ct scan, singing in your ear, holding your hand that whole night, daddy's call that I needed to get right back to the hospital, the bitchy heartless nurse, leaving you there for good.

I can't breathe.

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