As A Nurse I Was Assigned To Treat The Woman Who Made My Teenage Years Miserable

voice was steady. My eyes were not, quite, but I held it.

He nodded and left.

I sat down in the chair by the window. The bed had already been stripped. The IV pole stood empty. The room was impersonal again, prepared for whoever came next. Margaret was gone, and whatever the next patient brought with them, it would not be this.

I sat with the quiet for continue reading …