Dark Days

[seattle_patient]

An explosion. All I remember is the explosion. I walk outside to have a cigarette and the next thing I know, I'm on fucking fire. My clothes, my skin, everything burning. They spent hours last night picking my jeans out of my legs. My hair still smells like it's singed. What's left of it. It all hurts. I had pain medicine, but I think it's wearing

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[lexiegrey_md]

I've been standing in the doorway for I don't know how long. I've been watching him. Just watching him, trying to decide what to do. He wakes up suddenly and starts yelling and thrashing around, and for a minute, I'm terrified. I take a stop back, but stop. He can't even walk. He can't do anything. He can't do anything to me.

I step closer to his bed, entering his field of vision. "Be quiet."

[seattle_patient]

"Fuck you!" I spit, "Shut the fucking blinds!"

[lexiegrey_md]

I walk over and close the door. He can't move. He can't touch me.

"These blinds?" I ask as I walk to the window and open then wider. "The sun will do you good."

[seattle_patient]

I scream, the sun searing my skin even more, "It hurts!! Shut the fucking blinds, bitch!"