Page 62 of Second Chances

“Please,” I ask.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please,” I cry into the door frame. Wishing it would melt away, and I could bathe in a sea of painkillers.

So much pain… everywhere, not just in my leg.

“I don’t want to do this anymore. Let me go home.”

The nurse shakes her head and walks away.

“Come back here,” I shout, but I know she won’t return.

My legs are wobbly.

My hands shaky.

My body is covered in sweat.

My mouth is so dry.

And the pain…the pain is always there.All the time.

I just want it to stop.

I manage to make it to the window and stand on tiptoes, inhaling as much fresh air as I can from the little gap in the frame, which is there to provide circulation. The windows don’t open here. It’s too risky.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Air.

I need my drugs.

“Give me my painkillers,” I scream to nobody in particular. I know no one will come. “Let me out. Please.”

Tears start to stream down my face as I cry for help.

For anyone.

Someone to save me and take it all away.

Movement outside the window catches my eye.

He can’t be here.

Ryan?

What’s he doing?

“Ryan!” I shout out, but he doesn’t move. He just looks at me with a stare that sends shivers down my spine and causes pleasure to pool between my thighs.

“I love you.” He mouths, but I can’t hear anything through the window.

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