Saturation: V is for Vortex “From the moment we crossed the threshold of the emergency ward, mother became a vortex”
Saturation IV: Funk One of the fantasies of my childhood was that I would someday be so ill that I would be confined to bed and have enough time to read all I hadn’t been able to. What a fool I was.
Saturation III: Death Himself The morning I was transferred from the private ward to the ICU, I had maxed out the oxygen tanks in the private ward