Lupe spent three days after her injury at home in bed with her leg propped up. Mama and David took turns taking care of her, bringing in food, setting up a TV she could watch, and keeping her company. Mama was in charge of her prescribed pain medications.
“Is it time? My leg is throbbing.” Lupe just wanted to be numb and sleep.
“We’re supposed to cut back on these pills after three days,” Mama said.
“How long have I been here? I’m losing track of time in this bed,” Lupe said.
“The game was Thursday, this is already Sunday.” Mom counted up the days.
“Just one, Mama, and then I can sleep.” Lupe knew she was pushing the limits of her pain pills. “On Monday we can stop.”
“I’ve got to get to work. David will be here with your dinner later.” Mom reached in her purse for the prescription medications. “This will be your last one.” She held up a capsule to Lupe’s lips and handed her a glass of water.
Settled back in her pillows, Lupe heard the front door close after Mama left for work. The house was peaceful, so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat. She counted the beats and soon fell into a deep sleep.
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