Blur
“No. Don't touch that one. It belongs to us. Rather use that tape.” These were the only words I could pick up as the petite nurses were frantically working on me while I lay on a hospital bed that had become home for a few days. Only a few minutes prior, I had gone to the central nurses’ station to ask for help. “My chest. My chest is full,” I reported. They looked rather occupied and so I was weary of being demanding. I was in a state of confusion at the time, as I was also falling asleep from the industrial-strength pain killers I had been given earlier. “Mommy. I will come with a machine to check on your heart. Please wait for me.” She responded with a well-trained empathetic voice. I waited. There was a blur. It didn't appear, it just… was. There were no fewer than 4 nurses at my side. The ones on the left seemed like observers, while the two on the right were actively involved in whatever was being done to me. There was a fifth. She was by the fe...