I Learned About Empathy From That Part Three

He pushed the morphine into my IV slowly. After a second or two I got a strange taste in my mouth and nearly simultaneously a mild, but perceptable pressure behind my eyes. As soon as that passed I felt vaguely nauseated for a moment then felt the edge being knocked off the pain.

He stood over me glancing at his watch. He could tell I was better and asked,"A little better? Yeah, thanks I replied weakly. I hope the best for you, here is your call light. Just call if you need anything. I'm going off duty."

He stepped out leaving me alone.

Suddenly I started spraying bloody vomit out of my mouth- projectile sheets of bright red blood, first in the sink and then in the trash.

"Help me. Help me." I called out weakly. Then black vomit started coming out. After this then just unbelievable dry heaves- crippling. The force of the heaves made blood come out of my rectum. I could not even open the door to get anybodies attention I was so weak.

"Help me." I croaked. I couldn't lift my hands. I banged my head on the door to get attention.

To be continued.