I dashed to where he lay. Blood gushed from my father's head, from the crack in his skull. The splintered bone protruding from his broken arm was stai...ed red."Dad! Dad!" I cried out.He didn't move. I touched his shoulder. Still no movement. I rolled him onto his back and stared at his chest. No movement there either. I placed a trembling finger under his nose and waited. Nothing. No air. No breathing. I pressed my fingers against the side of his neck praying for a pulse. Nothing. I moved my. I just started casual talk with harini about her relationship with her bf and her ex,she told both were good guys but she is not fully happy, i asked her why so,for which her reply was,they were not able to satisfy her fully and finish off quickly,leaving her unsatisfied. Then i asked shanti whether she is fully satisfied so far,the reply is similar to her daughter’s. I asked why not try with me,for which harini told she is ready and she is waiting for full satisfaction with a guy and also told. They were just in time to watch the National Elections. Dismayed, Mike stared at the early results being broadcast.Shaking his head, he said, “The cut and run candidates have won.”“The American people have spoken,” Karen said with a sad nod of her head.“They want us out of Iraq no matter what,” Mike said. It wasn’t that he wanted war or for the troops to continuously put themselves in harms way. He wanted to win the war.“The Liberals have a point. The Iraqis didn’t step up to the plate and take. Cool. Tiles. The bathroom was cold, cool tiles. He laid his head down, cheek against the tile, trying to soak its cold into his body. He was trying to drive off the heat that had him sweating. He laid on the tiles, trying to get as much of his body against the tiles as he could.He didn’t know how long he lay there. It could have been a minute. It could have been days. Time no longer held him in its warm embrace.He fit the nausea into its compartment. The disorientation went quietly. He pushed.