critical condition
critical condition an array of twisted tubing and leads from liquid filled bags and machines your face white as the linens, critical as i hold your trembling hand consider your condition and wonder will you ever again come home, your body tries to quit in your ear i gently whisper fight, in my head i scream it ©tlp 2010 My husband has been in the ICU unit since Thursday and they were uncertain if he would survive. The plan is to move him, sometime today to a regular room. He ate solid food for the first time since Monday (not much, but...)
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