C63 In This Together.

LISA

May 17th 2018

I sit up, clutching the side rails of my bed as I watch my knuckles turn white. I need to use the bathroom and I'm sick of ringing the damn bell, waiting for a nurse to fart-arse about looking for a bedpan before I can take a piss.

I repetitively press the button that's hooked up to the morphine. A few seconds later, a chill runs through my veins