He’d spent twenty years in that bed, staring up at the ceiling plaster. And for twenty years, he’d been a ray of sunshine, smiling bravely up at the nurses who loomed over him, never mentioning that he could see every booger in their nostrils. But it only took three months for the itch to break him. Halfway down his back, it was a tiny spot, smaller than a nickel. We couldn’t reach it through the cast. My last shift, he was screaming for me to end it, begged for the morphine. When I depressed the plunger, he said, “Ahhh, thanks.”
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Title by: brandon
Story by: Jenny
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