She was jolted into semiconsciousness as someone shook her, calling her name. The noise was overwhelming with beeps and machines sounding as though they were breathing in, then out and people yelling orders, ” she’s tubed so you can give the activated charcoal as soon as you get a nasogastric tube in.”
She started to thrash in the bed protesting against treatment, against this tube being pushed down her nose. She just wanted to die and have the struggle over.
Someone took her hand, stroking it gently and a kindly voice was telling her that this time they would make sure that she got help.
They didn’t know she’d already helped herself and killed her father.
Thank you to Denise from Girlie on the Edge’s Blog for hosting and putting out the prompt.