Didn't push. Should have pushed. Should have fought. Should have called and forced them to see. But I didn't and now I can feel the effects of waiting. I can feel the slow decay in the blood. I can feel the sluggish hunger mixed with a distinct dislike of anything resembling food. I can feel the weakness and apathy, the burning madness that ends in tears I don't know why I'm shedding. I should have pushed. I should have made them see.
Prevention is all there is at this stage, it's the only thing I can do and if I don't. . .