Artemisia
Blowing my cheeks, I tap my fingers on my blanket.
It’s already past midnight, and the last nurse came in hours ago to apply my last cool compression for my head.
I feel so human, and I hate it!
I also finally understand how they always use to say that a doctor is the worst patient someone could actually treat.
Dr. Davies and also the nurses showed so much patience with me that they deserve a medal.
They took their time to explain everything to me, or better, didn’t give up convincing me about the fact that the treatment they were performing on me was actually the best way to go.
I love the fact that they were all so nice, and hate it that it might just be because I’m mated to the aggressive i***t.
He surely would tear them apart if he heard they were mean.
But
