Nov 16, 2015
Sometimes I think about who I should believe, the people who are dead or the people who are free. Sometimes I hear them as they whisper to me, I try to stay awake so I don't die in my sleep. And I was quick to take a second look through the window to the door of the operating room and the adrenaline, it threw my eyes to the table on the floor where the patients lie. I saw her face & I could not speak as the enesthetic kissed her cheek, I felt my lips go cold & my limbs go weak because the body on the floor where the patience die was me... It was me...
