I have no idea how he’s doing, and that kills me.
I have no idea what they are doing to help him, what kinds of medication they’re trying, what kinds of therapy he is a part of. What does his room look like? How are they monitoring him? It’s hard for me not to know what’s going on with someone I love, whom I’ve had almost constant contact with for the past two months, and regular contact for a month and a half before that. I’ll get to see him tonight, for up to an hour.
My biggest hope is to find out that he is finding the time in the hospital helpful, like progress is being made, or a direction is being established. And I’m sure they would have called me if anything significantly bad happened. I’m his emergency contact. But the waiting… It’s a deafening silence…
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Waiting…
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