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Living Hell ?

I lock away my wanted cries ?

Living Hell ?

My dear friend has been in a horrific car crash.. her body is now a broken shell.. as she lies elavated on the hospital bed in her living hell..battered & bruised with black swollen eyes, I feel her new constant pain.. I lock away my wanted cries..

Oh my poor soul why an earth has this happened to you ? Shattering your lively spirit & tearing away your soul too.. strapped to the narrow matress with wires everwhere.. a huge stitched gash across her brow.. congealed blood matted in her beautiful, blonde hair...

All her limbs are fractured in as many different bits.. unable to move a single muscle, looking at her is driving me to my wits...as she lies looking up at the ceiling with only her face to see.. sheets cover everywhere else so anxiety engulfs me.. wondering what lies below these covers ? how badly is she broken ? a blood stained head still to be cleaned from the wounds that were sorely soaken ?

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Jill Tait

Thank you Im just sat now having phoned the hospital but cant talk to a nurse at mo they busy i saw her only for 5 mins yesterday after driving thru for over anhr she was taken thru to surgery Im sooo sad :(((;

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