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Show 248 Dr. White to Room 351 I am in my bed watching Terri, my nurse, talk on the phone with Dr. Chappie. She is not looking at me. As a matter of fact, she has her back turned to me. I am proceeding towards overdose yet again but ishe is not making eye contact with me in spite of the fact that I have lost my voice, which prompted her making the call. As she is hanging up the telephone, Brian and Katrina, both nurses, are entering the room, glancing over at me and walking towards Terri She is looking happy to see them and they are beginning a conversation about unusual holiday decorations on someone's roof and they are all laughing about the extraordinary sight but I have stopped breathing. No one is looking at me. How long can I go without oxygen? I am wondering. I am crying in my head for any one of them to turn towards me and simply watch to see that there is no longer any breath entering, raising my chest. But they are laughing once again, one commenting to the other about the odd things one sees these days at the holidays. I am staring at the backs of their heads, willing my desperate thoughts to enter theirs in alarm, but still they are talking about roofs and lights and sight-seeing. |