Roman
Forty four hours.
It's been forty four hours of sitting on the hospital bench. And pacing on the hallway. And leaning on the white walls. And stressing the doctors and nurses. And probably annoying the fùck out of the cleaners who mop the floors when I'm pacing.
The whole hospital must be tired of me. But they are not the only tired ones. I'm tired too. My entire body aches of exhaustion. My eyes have dark circles underneath and look puffy. I almost jumped when I saw my reflection this morning.
That's the ruthless result of insomnia mixed with lots of hunger. I can't get myself to close my eyes for longer than thirty seconds. And I can't get myself to swallow anything except water. The doctors keep asking me to get some sleep. Richard keeps begging me to eat and shower.
But, ho
