By: Andrew Dahl
Caitlin has a thing for the male nurse, the brawny one, his movements and manner tender and languid like she thinks only a gay man’s can be. But it is ok that he will (likely) not sleep with her. Better, even. This way she can keep the fantasy intact—and the gravitational pull of the fantasy is the only thing keeping her alive in this hell. The male nurse is currently breaking up the pills that go into her father’s feeding tube. He does it with a grace that makes her want to tear at her flesh, pluck out her eyes.