The raindrops hummed against the window pane. She fight against her medication that was lulling her to sleep. The white noise began to relax her as the morphine pummpe4d through her system. As her myocardial muscle pulsate her bronchial tubes contracted in and then out . The oxygen speed up her blood dilating her pupils. The saline drops oozed in her blood . The four white walls echoed back her silence, her bald head resting against the pillows . Slowly she began to slip , her eyelids became heavier . Her eyes began to water and tip over with tears. She always remembered the pain. In public or at least in certain company her doctor seemed to be a pleasant enough man. Although, around her only at certain times , he grew fierce.
She spent 3 long years trying to dissect his mind against hers. What little she knew from books as well her own curiosity seemed to leave her more stunned. There was always a reason to commit the intrusion , but the fact remained each reason seemed more and more insane. He , Dr.Swangeski , was a ticking time-bomb as far as she was concerned . She remembered the first time she meet the doctors and her sons , it was a night like this , rainy. She still remembers the smell of beer on those rednecks . She was living on a ranch in the country side outside of Nashville. She lived with her grandmother , a sage to her other Cherokee mavericks. A group of supposed "wild women" that refused to live under white male oppression, lived peacefully. That was until Dr.Swangeski's youngest and dearest son wondered high off acid half-naked crying with mascara running down his face.
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