Status: Completed
Psyche
2
Girlie hasn’t been in the emergency room since Jamie was eight and he cut his knee open. He was standing on the glass table and it shattered from his weight. He stopped crying once they got to the hospital, and Girlie held his hand the entire time the doctor stitched his wound.
She holds his hand now but his fingers are limp and pale. The bed seems to swallow him up; it’s too big or he’s too tiny. He’s smaller than he used to be. Even the tubes coming from his body seem too large; the oxygen mask covering his face is too wide.
How lucky she was to get off work early, go home, and walk upstairs only to find Jamie passed out in his room. She barely remembers calling 911 -- she remembers thinking Jamie’s dead and feeling she might drop dead as well.
He’s not dead, the doctor says he should be okay, but he might have some organ damage. They’re not positive yet.
And this is why she shouldn’t be a mother and shouldn’t have children of her own.
She can’t even take care of the one she didn’t give birth to.
She holds his hand now but his fingers are limp and pale. The bed seems to swallow him up; it’s too big or he’s too tiny. He’s smaller than he used to be. Even the tubes coming from his body seem too large; the oxygen mask covering his face is too wide.
How lucky she was to get off work early, go home, and walk upstairs only to find Jamie passed out in his room. She barely remembers calling 911 -- she remembers thinking Jamie’s dead and feeling she might drop dead as well.
He’s not dead, the doctor says he should be okay, but he might have some organ damage. They’re not positive yet.
And this is why she shouldn’t be a mother and shouldn’t have children of her own.
She can’t even take care of the one she didn’t give birth to.