12 in the afternoon
"Fuck!"
I'm doubled up on the floor of our bedroom, battling a pain that has plagued me for two hours. I've been trying to be strong, but I think I can't do this anymore. This is the definition of excruciating.
You appear at the door as if remote controlled. "Princess, I get that you want to be superman, but I think it's time we go to the hospital," you say softly. You aren't one to show your emotions easily, but there in your eyes, I see compassion and empathy.
"I'm fine," I manage to say, even when I have tears in my eyes. I don't know why I'm trying so hard to be brave. "I'll pass the stone eventually."
You open your mouth, change your mind and close it. You leave the room, but return shortly with the car keys. "You are going to make a terrible doctor. Will you advise people to torture themselves? I'm taking you to the hospital and that's it!"
JE LEEST
To you ✔
Kort verhaal*[COMPLETE]* To you who stole my heart Everyone has a story to tell. That's an understatement. Everyone has STORIES to tell. Let me tell you mine.
