"Please come in."His body language, his tone. The way he'd said my name then broken eye contact in the waiting room. I walked into the room, muttering, "Fuck" repeatedly on my way to the low chair that looked far more comfortable than it was to be sat there at that moment."We have your HIV result." I felt tears welling up in my eyes at the second of silence that followed.
"It's positive."
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
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