[Perspectives] Bone of my bones
“What do you want to say to her?” Silence filled my mind as Dr Kreshak motioned me to speak. Carene sat upright in the bed, drawing back the blanket as I stifled a cringe. Her school dress draped across a massively swollen thigh, a mound she stroked delicately with a mixture of tenderness and embarrassment. I looked to the floor and stammered out a question about her clinical history—something to shift the desperate want for words to someone else, anyone else but me.