Wallace was used to needles, his arms showed it. Too many burnt out vessels to subscribe to the program here today…not goin’ well. The nurse smelled like rosewater. He hadn’t smelled that since Nana, so many years ago.
His head was spinning, Thoughts of his childhood flooded his brain …That always happened when they caught him and got him back on the program. The pills, the talk therapy, the parole appointments… blah blah blah… A meticulous schedule of accountabilities. It’s proven to be more than he could bear. It’s all part of his new life ‘out there’
But now his out there is in here. Forever? The Crack head from the drug store is pressing charges.
He did feel safer here. Protected from himself and others. His neighbours were within days of realizing they had a monster in their midst.
The IV pump went back on. His half hour of clarity was over for this shift. His feet went first… & slumber took him again.