I can see this scene. I can relate in more ways than I should. This hit home for me in such a way that I had to read it multiple times before I was able to focus on you and the piece instead of my own scene. I do love how honest this was though, actually i love that about all your works. There is a tone to this one that is common among your work but it feels different this time, not bad, just different, like you had so much more to say and couldn't bring yourself to write it down (I hope im not over stepping when I say that). either way, im sorry, though it is excellently penned.

It's been over two months
since I was wheeled into that
emergency room, a private room
where I pushed my parents aside
as I shrugged out of my warm
long sleeves into a thin hospital
gown. I was so exposed. Questions
poked me like needles, how long,
how long, who knows, who knows?

^ I love that you start by giving us a time frame then creating the setting both vividly and yet vaguely enough for each reader to personalize and personify. I like the way you described questions like needles and made that fit your topic. The questions at the end of the stanza were a nice touch as well. Great job there.

Nurse, nurse?

^ I like that this is separated from the rest of the piece, it shows what you were thinking and shows the importance of this question compared to the previous two.

I wish I could remember your
name, I should have written it
in pen, but you helped ease
my mind. With one gentle nod,
before walking away and sliding
the glass door, you covered my
arms up with blankets.

^ The way you are honest in sayng you can't remember their name, but you appreciate what they did for you is a great touch a nice use of your voice and sharing the moment with us as readers even though it seems you directed this piece at the nurse as a thank you letter of sorts. The glass door makes the moment seem cold and lonely even though the mention of blankets makes this person seem friendly and kind despite the situation - i like how they were able to balance each other out.

You let me be safely tucked in
when all I wanted was to finish
the pain I had caused...

^ Such a beautiful conclusion. though this stanza feels far too personal for me to be brave enough to comment. I hope you understand.

another phenomenal piece by you. Thank you for sharing.

Oooh wow, that was definitely personal stuff, I'm taking it. But I loved the narration, it gave me goosebumps, the way you ended this. I can understand, I appreciate people like this, good, kind people. You may never truly know the impact you can have on someones life, just by showing a random act of kindness. And in this case, I'm glad he was there to comfort you. I really like this, Poet!