Tears from the excessive nausea and pain streamed down her face. At some point now or in an earlier episodes her vomit struck the opposite wall leaving a section of small bright green antifreeze like peppering.
“No more…” she said.
My heart was breaking. Her expression started to vacate; the IV drugs started to send her into sleepy land, she lost consciousness briefly, passing out for minute naps. Continue reading This Is How I Care