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to shower and grab clean clothes. I slept on the stiff sofa chair next to his bed. I held his hand, even though he was in a medically induced coma. I talked to him, read to him, played his favorite music on my phone.
One of the night shift nurses, a woman named Brenda, was kind to me. She’d bring me coffee sometimes. But Graham didn’t wake up. His condition continue reading …
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