“You ran on fractured tibias and called it grit. You worked through fevers and called it dedication. You haven’t cried since you were twelve years old, and now your body is forcing you to learn what you should have learned decades ago.” She stood up. “Crying is not a symptom. It’s a vital sign. I’ll be back with your evening meds in two hours.”
I nodded.
“That’s the only victory that matters.” thalia rhea my personal nurse