What it means to live
Conscious and unconscious
The next few days spent waking up and passing out and repeating. About the sixth or so time I wake up the bag is gone and he breathing machine as well. A bag is in my arm a tube down my throat my mom by my bed grasping my hand a little too tightly I squeese in an attempt to get her to release. She does only to hit the call button. A nurse removed the tube down my throat and sits me up. I stare at my mom.
"You've developed more infections they're upping the chemo." I nod silently. "Where's frank?" I look at the nurse and she looks down leaving the room. "Where was Frank?"
Notes
Sorry really short but it's something. Thank you to my two subscribers whomever you may be.
