Wheeled out of the hospital room.
Veins throbbing. Hunched neck. Twisted wrists. Dry eyes. Heavy burning heart. Numb tongue.
The wheelchair triggers the sensors and the automatic door swings open. A light breeze hits my face.
A warm gentle hand placed on my shoulder, “you made it through…”
“Please… Let me take you home… Let me take care of you… I beg you… I want to make you happy… I took you for granted once and it cost me so much.” It cost you so much, I could never forgive myself for what happened to you.
“please… don’t say no…”
I looked up into those giving eyes…
Couldn’t have said more even if I wanted to.