D&M
Dottie drifted into sleepiness here and there. The bed was comfortable enough. The nurse could have used a little sweetening up, though. A glass of water wasn’t too much to ask. No matter how many times she pressed that silly button, no help arrived. “Excuse me, nurse? I need a glass of water, please. Are you out there? Make sure it doesn’t have any ice. Makes me shiver.” The nurse dropped the powdered donut she had been trying to eat for the last two hours, shook the residue from her hands and presented herself in the old woman’s room. “Mrs. Murchison,...
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