Chapter 12 : Dreams of the Past
Blair’s POV
I throw the towel against trash can and watch as it bounces out.
Great! Just fucking great! Not even that can go right tonight.
I huff over and snatch the paper towel off of the ground and stare into the opening. There are a dozen partially used paper towels just below the rim. What a waist. I throw my own paper towel into the trash can forcefully.The bag rustles under the force of my toss, throwing it away.
Just the thought of throwing something away makes me infuriated. It is what my patient did tonight with her life. Just threw it away. Little use. Just barely begun. A handful of pills seemed to be the best cure for her ailments and, in her mind, she solved the problem - permanently.
Terrible.
Horrible.
Shit, don’t start crying again.
I snatch a new towel and shove it against my eyes, hoping and praying that I’ll be able to rub the redness away. I know it is no use. Rubbing a red area will only make it worse.