In Wait
I hate this. This waiting; this nothing. I hate not being able to do anything but wait. Wait for someone to tell me I'm all better.
Just let me go.
I feel like I should be doing something; I should be somewhere. I thought I was okay in this body, but I'm not. Not when it's crippled like this. This isn't fair. This isn't justice. This is maddening! Where is my sister, to take me away? Where are my friends, to convince the medics I am fine?
They've all gone away and left me here. They're all busy with their own missions, their own business. All I can do is sit here and hope they'll be fine. All I can do is hope they never have to sit through this, not this.