Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Free Free on Nurse Mary Jo

Free Write on Nurse Mary Jo
Marybeth said she was on her way Donavan laid heavily on the newly polished floor with his pants unbuttoned and his cargo shorts at his ankles.  "Get em' up! Get em' up!" His aluminum walker separated Mary Jo from the Caregiver who stood two feet away.  "Who was that on the phone?  asks the Caregiver.  "Who was that?  Who was that?"  repeats Mary Jo, "I'll tell you who that was, it was your worst nightmare.  "Now give me a hand, would ya?"  Donavan's mattress lay empty at the foot of the bed. The brown covers and yellowing sheet lay beneath Donavan, who makes uncomprehensible noises slowing increasing in volume.  Cig cig cigarettes, cigarettes, get my cigarettes.  "Donavan, you will have your cigarettes when you, Get Up!"

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