Did they leave you here to die?
I’m scared, too, for my own reasons.
From my doorway, I watch a woman arrive. Your wife — or perhaps she’s your daughter — is told “three more days” and “home health care.” After she leaves, you wail again, “Me go home.”
I look down the corridor, seeking the reassuring smile of my nurse. She doesn’t show. I crawl into bed, and in my pillow begin wailing: “Me stay here, me stay here.”