She was hard to understand.
Ben had pulled my blanket
Away. I got up and saw
Her eyes were open.
I thought she wanted
Water so I got her some
But she kept on
Asking then I heard
There was water
On her chest. I looked
And saw the blood,
Her old wounds bleeding.
I bandaged them but
Her blood seeped through.
I bandaged the bandages
And put an old shirt
Over them all. Puzzled, she
Looked at the blood on her
Hands. “Try not to scratch
Yourself again.” She nodded
And I covered her up once more.
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