Ronnie was sitting on the hospital katil while the doctor carefully pulled out the fragments and disinfected the wounds. Tyler was standing with his back towards her.
“I’m really sorry” he berkata for the umpteenth time.
“Yeah, I got that from the first zillion times” Ronnie berkata with a small voice. “Ouch”
“Please sit still, I don’t want to make these wounds any worse” the doctor said.
“Right, sorry” Ronnie said. When all fragments were removed and all wounds disinfected the doctor turned around at Tyler.
“Can anda leave us alone for a second?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure” Tyler said, wondering why though. “I’ll just wait outside, okay?”
“Maybe anda can go back to the Grill, where anda berkata you’d go as soon as I got here?” Ronnie berkata a little nervous. If only one dollar was missing…
“Hey, anda can’t blame me for wanting to make sure you’re okay” Tyler replied.
“You’re a sweetie” Ronnie berkata sarcastic. “Now off anda go”
“Yes, ma’am” Tyler berkata and he left the room.
The doctor turned back at Ronnie. “I take it he’s the reason you’re injured?”
“Yeah” Ronnie berkata careless.
“You know I have to lapor it when patients are being violated, whether it be sejak their boyfriend, their father atau a stranger” the doctor continued. Ronnie turned around quickly.
“No! anda can’t lapor Tyler! It was totally my fault! I forced myself on him!” she berkata desperate. “If anything I violated him”
The doctor raised his hands. “Okay, then I won’t” he said. “But I hope anda come to your senses. There are too many jerks like that walking around free, because women like anda are too afraid to stand up to them”
“Tyler is not a jerk” Ronnie berkata getting angry. “And I am not afraid” she added soft.
“I’m really sorry” he berkata for the umpteenth time.
“Yeah, I got that from the first zillion times” Ronnie berkata with a small voice. “Ouch”
“Please sit still, I don’t want to make these wounds any worse” the doctor said.
“Right, sorry” Ronnie said. When all fragments were removed and all wounds disinfected the doctor turned around at Tyler.
“Can anda leave us alone for a second?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure” Tyler said, wondering why though. “I’ll just wait outside, okay?”
“Maybe anda can go back to the Grill, where anda berkata you’d go as soon as I got here?” Ronnie berkata a little nervous. If only one dollar was missing…
“Hey, anda can’t blame me for wanting to make sure you’re okay” Tyler replied.
“You’re a sweetie” Ronnie berkata sarcastic. “Now off anda go”
“Yes, ma’am” Tyler berkata and he left the room.
The doctor turned back at Ronnie. “I take it he’s the reason you’re injured?”
“Yeah” Ronnie berkata careless.
“You know I have to lapor it when patients are being violated, whether it be sejak their boyfriend, their father atau a stranger” the doctor continued. Ronnie turned around quickly.
“No! anda can’t lapor Tyler! It was totally my fault! I forced myself on him!” she berkata desperate. “If anything I violated him”
The doctor raised his hands. “Okay, then I won’t” he said. “But I hope anda come to your senses. There are too many jerks like that walking around free, because women like anda are too afraid to stand up to them”
“Tyler is not a jerk” Ronnie berkata getting angry. “And I am not afraid” she added soft.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles sejak Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles sejak Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]