Words

Jul 20, 2004 02:59

He said so many things explaining her condition, her
treatment, her progression... So many words that sounded
all alike. Same volume, same way said. The possible
consequences... and then, a couple of words, just like all
the other ones, left me charged restlessly. He continued
on. It all sounded the same. And he didn't need to repeat,
he knew we all heard it. Standing still, just like earlier
that day, wide-awake, listening tightly. But the words
echoed in my brain. The possibility of them being real... I
couldn't take it. I got out and walked helplessly around
the hospital. I tried to calm for a minute on the dried
grass but found no comfort. So I slouched my way back home.

"There is 20%-25% possibility of death in her condition.
The cure for this condition was only found a couple of
years ago, so you are lucky... and lucky for bringing her
in on time. 70% of people who don't get treated for this
die every year. But stay alert, there is still a
possibility."

Just the possibility...
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