I push the nurse’s button.
When Melody comes back in, I look at her.
“Can you please make sure no more visitors come to my room? Also, can you please find some of those donations?”
Melody nods her head.
“Everything alright, sweetie?” Melody questions with concern.
“No, not really. But that’s alright. Life took a hell of a left turn,” I simply state.
I wipe away some tears.
Thankfully, the dietary staff came in with some breakfast for me.
Scrambled eggs, whole wheat toast, some fruit, and weak coffee.
I take it gratefully since it’s not going to be easy over the next few days.
After breakfast, I grab my cell phone and start researching hotels that have room service.
I know I’m going to need it for the next few days.
By the afternoon, the doctor comes back in.
“Good afternoon, M
