That’s when I heard the door creak open again.
The same two nurses entered, emotionless. They moved like ghosts—efficient, familiar with the routine. One carried an IV bag, and the other wheeled a metal tray of supplies.
I flinched.
They didn’t need to tell me what they were doing.
“You don’t need this,” I tried to say, but my voice cracked, barely more than a breath. “I’m fine. I’m not a danger. Please.”
They didn’t respond. They didn’t even meet my eyes.
One of them reached for my arm and tapped for a vein, while the other prepped the line. The cold alcohol swab sent a jolt through my skin, but it wasn’t the worst part.
It was the way they didn’t acknowledge my fear.
I tried again, louder this time. “Por favor… ya no más. (Please… no more.) I’m not going to hurt anyone. I just wa
