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Brain Aneurysm

bad, bad headaches, how do you know if it’s not the trauma packed? he moves his head from right to left as his stiff neck makes a gentle click and crack. with a grunt he says, “you’re… mhm…. too much’ I wonder if it’s me or double vision either way I’m sure it nauseates him. There’s confusion, there’s pain he doesn’t even smile- “one half of my face is numb” ah and that’s just when I thought there was hope, in the pool of beautiful his dilated pupil, ‘a’ dilated pupil It struck me like lightning “cerebral / brain aneurysm”, I say clutching his eyebrow in fear and pain, his breath as shaky as the dead, “do people survive these?” as I shiver and mutter under my breath, “do not rupture please.” ~shevaun stonem

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