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the waiting is always worst
May. 30th, 2012 10:27 pmI have, frankly, no idea how long it's been. I have a clean shirt and my leg's been bandaged. I haven't left the chairs set up across the hallway from the door to the clinic. I don't plan to, not until there's some word, some update.
I want to know what's going on in that room. I'm terrified to know what's going on in that room.
With my elbows pressed into my knees and the hands loosely clasped, I run over the day's events in my head, step by step. I go farther back, the last week, the past month. My memory for details is excellent but I cannot for the life of me think what could have triggered this.
Whatever it was, I should have seen it. I should have known. Not that I know how I could have. I recognize this train of thought isn't helpful but I'm so damn tired, and there's nowhere else for the energy to go, the thoughts to turn.
The fact is, I can't do anything for him but wait.
I want to know what's going on in that room. I'm terrified to know what's going on in that room.
With my elbows pressed into my knees and the hands loosely clasped, I run over the day's events in my head, step by step. I go farther back, the last week, the past month. My memory for details is excellent but I cannot for the life of me think what could have triggered this.
Whatever it was, I should have seen it. I should have known. Not that I know how I could have. I recognize this train of thought isn't helpful but I'm so damn tired, and there's nowhere else for the energy to go, the thoughts to turn.
The fact is, I can't do anything for him but wait.
