Sadness and trepidation

Today the head nurse was showing a gentleman the ward and explaining various things.

I was feeding Wayne his fruit/bran muffin/ plum/peach/ yogurt/applesauce(!) combination.

The fellow looked at me with hollow eyes – probably he hadn’t had a good sleep in years. You will tomorrow night, dear, maybe 13 or 14 hours – and you’ll reach for her to find an empty pillow – your brain reacting with both sadness and relief.

I wanted to tell him how well taken care of she will be – if she is admitted, I’ll hope to get a chance so he can sleep in peace.

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