Sasha
An hour later, another nurse came in. This one had a bland expression, holding out a paper cup with pills. “Time for your afternoon medication.”
I turned my face away.
The nurse sighed, acting like she was talking to a child. “Come on, ma'am, you know you have to take it. Doctor’s orders. It’s on your schedule.”
“Damn your schedule!” I snapped. “And leave me the hell alone. I’ll take the medication when my mother gets here.”
She looked at me like I was a spoiled toddler throwing a tantrum. She placed the cup on my bedside table and left. The door didn’t quite click shut. Through the crack, I heard voices. Whispering. Then I heard my name. “Sasha…”
My ears perked up. Those lousy nurses were gossiping about me again. One of them had even peeked through my door window, saw me look
