~Louise~
Slow, monotonous days of bed rest and terrible hospital food passed by in a blur. Now that the pain had subsided, the emptiness was affecting me emotionally and physically. I kept staring down at the bandage beneath my red spaghetti-string singlet top. Even when Mum helped me change my clothes this morning, I couldn’t help staring at the bandage.
What was I expecting? To wake up today and find that the last week or so had been a dream? Would I wake to see that the previous few years of pain had been a nightmare? I knew that was impossible—the pain had been too vivid to be in my mind. I would have given anything for that to be so.
The sterile scent of the hospital had become a grim perfume, clinging to my skin, saturating my clothes, a constant reminder of the reality I desperat
