Waiting in the guest room at the emergency clinic, a boy in a wheel chair was pulled up and left sitting idle as the nurses frantically tried to type the code to open the door to the main entrance of the emergency department, his short deep breaths held the nurses fingers back, giving me enough time to watch his contorted body cringe further and further into a stupor as he whispered: it. hurts.
Hard to to say, need to find another form of communication, but then I think of the whale whose song no one has ever answered because her voice is too low for any other whale to hear.
Hard to to say, need to find another form of communication, but then I think of the whale whose song no one has ever answered because her voice is too low for any other whale to hear.