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Show 330 She continues her cries deep into the night and I am feeling that each one of her cries has registered, unanswered, with me. I would never be allowed to go sit with her, I am thinking. They would never allow that breach of confidentiality. They would never allow the risk to my own well being. But I am wishing myself to be there with her anyway, perhaps if only in spirit. I send good wishes of comfort through the wall into her room and hope they reach her. It is quiet when the sunlight cresting the Eastern mountains falls into my room and softly awakens me. My day nurse is coming in the room with my breakfast tray. "Is the lady next door feeling better now?" I am asking, knowing that not much can be said about the condition of another patient. My nurse looks at me, perhaps shocked that I have memory of any of yesterday's events at all and then looks away, down at my soggy eggs and limp bacon and white toast as if assessing then tentative health. She does not answer my question. "She died?" I am asking, with this sudden rising knowledge. |