GENELIA
I visited daily, not exactly sure whether the man needed me or not. But I sure needed his answers. His emotions. And the f*****g truth. However knowing that I had tossed an entire cup of alcohol on his head, it only made sense that he didn't want anything to do with me. But surprisingly enough he had had no visitors which made me question whether he would be upset on my presence.
I got inside and noticed he had woken up.
In fact three days had passed and this man was subconscious. He spoke, he cried and he even vomited.
Half of the time, he did it when his words were almost getting clear so basically my consistent efforts to get him to speak about his dead wife was failing for consecutive seventy two hours.
However seeing him all awake made me so brightened.
"Um"
"f**k off"
