How Did You Get Here..?

{* Listen. I know I have no right to ask anyone of this but, if anyone has anything to spare at all, I would be highly grateful. Again I have no right to ask people of this at all but asking does not hurt and that is the only thing I know to do.

I’ll spare the sob story and all but mom lost her job and we are having trouble paying some much needed bills and keeping food on the table. Any amount is a blessing as we work through this and all and work on payment plans and things like that. But we are hurting. And I would never ask if I wasn’t to the point that I had too.

Anyway, if you can spare anything, please go here and donate something. I don’t even care if it is a dollar. Anything would help.

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”