It was the third time that evening that he soiled himself, and the nursing assistant scolded him. "Why didn't you press the call button, Randy?" she said with the voice of a kindergarten teacher.
"I tried," he said. It wasn't Randy's fault he soiled himself, and it wasn't his fault he couldn't reply well. He did not seem to be very quick mentally, and the tests and medications he was being put through and on surely didn't help.
I lay in my bed on the other side of the curtain, praying I would never have to suffer the indignity he did.
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