I came back home, deciding to stay home today to take care of Hazel, watching her every move.

I sat in a chair reading while Hazel was asleep on the couch. She looked to be so at peace. I decided to make her lunch awhile, secretly mashing her AZT pills inside of it. Now that I began living at their house, she hardly ever takes her pills. So I secretly put them in her food whenever I get the chance. I pick up the tray of food and place it gently on the coffee table beside the sofa, “Hazel,” I gently shook her, “I have lunch for you.”

Nothing.

“Hazel?” I spoke louder.

Still nothing, “Hazel dammit answer me!” I shook her harder, tears reaching my eyes. I touched her hand, cold, “Oh my God.” I rushed over to the phone and dialed 911, “I need an ambulance. My girlfriend is unconcious on the couch..No she isn’t breathing…about 26…22 Sunrise St….I don’t know! Look just get over here quick! Please.” I sobbed into the phone, “I have to call her son’s school awhile. Please.”

Please, God, not her.