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I sat up on the bed with my knees held close to my chest as I shivered in fear, lost in my desperate thoughts as the Medical doctor wore a sneer on his face and stood observing the monitor, seemingly proud that he had successfully broken me. He soon left after taking notes and telling me that I would be discharged by the next day and to take a good rest until then. Really, what kind of treatment was this?

I gave no regard to his words and continued to think. All my life, I had been running, tussling and tumbling in and out of trouble and misfortune. For a moment, I felt tired and I wanted to give into whatever was chasing me, but I was certain that I would end up in that space again if I did, and that only made me tremble in fear. I knew to cooperate, but who is to tell if I was just going to be used and not taken ‘care’ of the next moment, in fact, I am certain that was going to be the case. So there was no stopping, there was no rest for me, I rather keep running in thirst until I