"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
"Good thing I’m so skinny from starvation, I thought, as I stood pinned behind an IV pole up against the wall (after 18 hours passed without ingesting a single calorie). Funny story in the elevator, though. My Respiratory Therapist hadn’t eaten lunch either."
