Helpless
One of my friends is in some trouble, and I'm feeling a little helpless. It would help if I was a doctor, but I don't like the sight of my own blood, much less anybody else's.
I sat with him for a while yesterday and we talked about some things. He thanked me for listening when I didn't know what to say.
A nurse came in to check something. I stared at the screen, trying to use my will to force it to show my friend was doing better, but it didn't help.
Today, my friend didn't have a good day. I wanted to go see him, but I was told the doctors had said no one could come.
On my way home from doing something else, I passed right by the place my friend is staying. It made me think of him and how much I wish there was something I could do.
My friend is like family, the older brother I never had. Maybe writing this will help, trying to focus energy into helping him heal.
Just doesn't feel like enough.
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This may, or may not, be any good. Comments are welcome, if you have any thoughts on the matter, one way or the other.
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