Monday, June 7, 2010
When I first saw Christine, she was sitting at a table crying. It was the day I had arrived at the hospital, for the second time. Being there again as a regular was kinda depressing. She sat their, like a great lump, tears falling down her face and breathing heavily. "Why are you crying?" asked one of the girls. "I hate it here. I want to go home." she replied, solemnly. "It isn't that bad once you get used to it. The first day is always the worst." I said to her, in a phony optimistic tone. She stared up at me through her mess of hair and gave me a quant smile. I smiled back. It was the first real smile in weeks.