...is the ICU waiting room and no amount of coffee or semi-soft institutional furnishing will fix that.
...is seeing somebody you love suffering and not being able to do anything. Not anything.
...is all the other sorrows that all the other people around you are carrying, that sensation that hangs like a wet mist in the air wrapping around you until you cannot breathe.
...is trying to "be strong" when you are really broken.
...is here.
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