Cool metal is suctioned to her skin.
Wires flow out from her body.
The rhythmic beeping of a monitor sounds in time with the beat of her heart.
That small organ, no bigger than a fist, pumps life through her continuously.
Though it's weak, it works tirelessly.
She takes a deep breath as the doctor walks in.
Making it through the normal greetings, he cuts straight to the point.
"Are you still using Cocaine?" he asks simply.
"Sometimes," she confesses openly.
"You know cocaine is a poison. You might as well be taking poison. Your heart is already weak. You just have to decide if you want to live or want to die. Just something you should be aware of," he says matter-of-factly. The words having left his lips, he turns and leaves her.
The room is silent. The only sound is the pulse of her heartbeat.
Whoa that makes a really powerful point. Was this based on a real happening?
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this. It does sound like you have pulled the inspiration for it from a real life happening. I would like to hope that this young woman would finally hear the truth in the daoctor's words and choose to live. You have a gift, my friend, for this kind of writing.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Yes, this was another one of my overheard conversations. I hear all kinds of stuff. I'm the silent housekeeper cleaning in the corner, just watching the world spin around me.
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