The Meaning Of The Word

This room has been my home for the last few days, and whilst being a great deal nicer than the place in which they cut me open, it's not really my home.

Homes don't have air-lines on the wall, and built-in BP Monitors, and a little wheelie cart with a drip on it. And they don't have a big yellow panic button reachable from almost anywhere to summon help.

I want *my* home, with my duvet, and my coffee machine and my own things around me.

I want to go home now.