The night nurse (she looked real young; too young) was studying his monitors carefully.The night nurse (she looked real young; too young) was studying his monitors carefully. Wilbur gathered up all his strength, and screamed as best he could at her, to tell her how much pain he was in. No sound came out. Ever since the stroke, he hadn't been able to speak, or make hardly any noise. The scream echoed around his skull, augmenting the constant pain, and blocking every other sense. Joanne Weber looked up, startled. She could have sworn that she heard a scream. She looked at the old guy in the oxygen tent. He looked like he always did, but she suppressed a shudder anyway. He gave her the creeps. She hated this job. If only she hadn't partied so much in school, she wouldn't have had to take it, and could have been a _real_ nurse. |