One month in, with little change

the patient's family came daily,  his friends



They talked to other families in the waiting area

comparing notes, sharing hugs 


"Why is time so different in here?"  one asked

"as if we are in outer space, or underground" 

No one had an answer,  but they all nodded their heads 


Most nights,  B laid in his bed alone

attached to tubes and wires

only beeping machines kept him company 


The greeting cards on his wall faded and curled on the edges

the shiny balloons lost their helium and sat on the floor 

worn out 
















The presence or absence of stimuli:  part four

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