The old lady kept coming by

the hospital to assure the medics that it’ll be okay

“He’s a true fighter,” she said. “I know he’ll make it.

He has won the battle with drugs

twice in the past. He’ll make it this time as well. I

know it. I feel it. I believe in him.”

“Mam,” said the doctor. “We found rusty fragments

of broken needles stuck in his arm. Now, since

you’re his only relative

I do believe we shall carry out a discussion involving septic shock.

The effects…”

“He’ll make it! I know he will!

He’s a true fighter and a champion.

I believe in him.”

He didn’t make it

but it was fine apparently. When they showed his

body in the morgue, the old lady

didn’t flinch.

Told them that’s not her son.

That was a dead body and her son was alive.

He’d…