A second chance
I see him come in, the same way he always comes in, grumpy, disgruntled, pissed off at... life, maybe? But it's different now, he'd died over a month ago, a heart attack. He'd been revived shortly after by a coworker. Should he still be here? Does he deserve to be here? Shouldn't he be happy? What should he be doing?
He's still on medications, and he's coping with that, but it's not that when I see his hesitation at his own mannerisms. He's uncomfortable in his own skin now, filled with uncertainties, trying to be happy. How far can he push himself?
He's still on medications, and he's coping with that, but it's not that when I see his hesitation at his own mannerisms. He's uncomfortable in his own skin now, filled with uncertainties, trying to be happy. How far can he push himself?