NOWHERE TO RUN
Those seventy-seven nights, I didn't know his name, his age or what he really looked like. But I knew his lips were cold, his arms were warm, and his eyes were beautiful. His voice was very sweet, low yet resonant, but I always trembled and feared when hearing it. Nevertheless, I knew that I loved him deeply.
When I woke up, I was in a daze. As my eyes opened, I could see an intravenous line snaking into my hand. The stranger turned to me and said, “You’re awake.” I watched in horror as the liquid trickled into my body.
I looked around to see that I was back in the upstairs bedroom. “It’s glucose and febrifuge. You’re running a high fever……