Myra
I had been with Michael all night. I did not get much rest. He was waking at all hours. He had cried out in his sleep. He went through something I could never understand. The trauma he must have endured made my heart ache to think about it.
Around breakfast time Janet came in. He was still resting. I took a shower. Janet brought me a change of clothing up. Steph came up and we went to the dining area to get breakfast for ourselves. I yawn and get a cup of coffee. I was not much of a coffee drinker, but I needed it.
"How is Mike doing?" Steph asks me. "How are you?"
"Tired as hell. I got a few hours sleep. The nurse had come in and out to check on Mike. And she woke me up. He slept well. But he was crying out in his sleep. That worried me. I am not sure what all they had done to h
