My brother is in hospital. My mother and I go to visit him, there are two dogs on his bed for some kind of pet therapy, but he isn't there. A male nurse informs us he is probably getting some food outside, and we are sad that he is making us wait.
When he returns, we take him home on a bus. I sit on his right, my mother on his left. I am trying to tell him something that my mum isn't supposed to hear, but he can't understand one particular word; the word 'in' . I take his hand and trace the outline of the letters with my finger on his palm as it is impossible to speak the secret.
'I'
'N'
He still cant understand, so I keep tracing.
The skin on his hand starts to bleed, and now the word is visible.
I feel terrible.
This bleeding is because of his illness, a weakening of the surface, a weakening somewhere inside.
He understands.
He sits next to a child on the bus, and is instantly transformed into a child himself. He talks to her about how unfairly we are treating him and that he has done nothing wrong.
Our hearts burst open.
1 comment:
this makes me feel really sad.
On a less sad note; very Harry Potter with the words written in skin!
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