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I can hear the murmurs in the next room. I'm wringing my hands infront of me, in my lap. I'm wearing nothing more then a white sheet, sitting in a bed.
Hospitals have always frightened me. And now they tell me I have this disease...incurable and contagious. So now I am here. Majority rules really, because I said to just let this infection take it's course. I didn't want it to change at all. I figured let it stay.
Now here is the nurse, pulling one arm of mine to straighten out. Slide in the needle, IV. No pain surprisingly, for such a large needle. I saw the blood, but felt no prick, no pain. Just this odd sense of foreboding. Like a justified murder.
So now she is gone. And here I am thinking more why this had to happen. I'm not one of the sheep, nor ever of the flock. I always walked alone and stood out. But I never thought it would be like this.
So now I reach down to grab my charts from the foot of my bed, near pulling the IV out but I don't care. Sitting back down I cross my legs