To the Nurse Who Held My Hand

Dear Delyara, You probably don't remember me. I was the terrified face in Room 402. But when the world was spinning and the machines were beeping, you held my hand and told me a joke. You were the light in my darkest hour. I’m healthy now, and I’m writing this here to send that gratitude back into the universe. Thank you for being a human when I felt like a patient.