guess it was like a hunger strike. I was so weak, I couldn’t really drink, so Paul sent nurses in to start an IV. They set up a whole thing in there. This whole…torture chamber with me. And I couldn’t move by then. My eyes were blurry and I didn’t understand time. I hated the dark. And I hated the red light. I prayed so hard my mom would come…or someone. But they didn’t.” I breathe deeply, hating that I’m crying.
