Shelter Page #3

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how could you do this? Who are you?

Who am I? I am a woman

with a murdered husband,

a heroin addiction, and a child

that I haven't been a mother to.

Who the f*** are you?

You know everything about me.

You've left me with no shade,

and meanwhile, I know not

one f***ing thing about you.

Not a thing. Who am I?

Who the f*** are you?

- You don't want to know who I am.

- I think I do.

I come from a place more violent

than you can imagine.

Yes.

I watched my wife

pulled from under our bed.

Raped and murdered while I hid

in a cupboard with our son.

The whole time she looked

at me and I looked at her.

My hand still over my Ibrahim's mouth.

After, we ran to the streets

to hide in a crowd,

but in that crowd, a bullet chose my son.

I'd give anything to be with him again.

I'd give anything to see my boy again.

That's why I don't understand you.

- I'm sorry, Tahir.

- I'm not finished.

Alright.

At the funeral, a man came to me...

and he said, Tahir,

Islam is a beautiful flower...

but sometimes it needs thorns.

The next day I joined Boko Haram.

What... what is Boko Haram?

I became a murderer of women and children.

I burnt churches.

I burnt schools, police stations,

military checkpoints.

That's who I am.

I watched people burn and for nothing.

I watched people die like your husband.

There is no peace in it, Hannah.

Hannah, I'm sorry.

Please no.

Don't.

You can get back to your life, Hannah.

You can have it all back.

Please don't.

I recognize that I need

something different.

I tried to disappear...

but my son held me in life.

What I did is unforgivable.

Can you help me get back to him?

Who are you?

God, grant me the serenity to accept

the things I cannot change,

courage to change the things I can,

and wisdom to know the difference.

- Alright, thanks for sharing everybody.

- Thank you.

Now remember, this is your rooms, y'all.

Keep coming back.

It works if you work it, right?

Excuse me. Hey, Hun.

Where you running off to in such a hurry?

...that extension.

I didn't wanna miss the meeting.

But I gotta give it to the landlord

before he clocks off at 6.

Otherwise we're gonna be out on our ear.

So I really gotta run.

You run off, but I want you to think

about sharing sometime, okay?

- Okay, I will. See ya!

- See ya. Thanks for coming.

- Thanks, Franklin.

- Take care. Thanks for sharing, too.

- How'd it go?

- She was incredibly nice.

She gave us a ten day extension

while our case is reviewed.

Which she reminded me

would be denied because

you don't have your papers

and we're not married, but...

with the storm coming, I don't know.

She chose to be nice.

She even let me sign for you

when I told her how sick you were.

You should've seen Terry's face downstairs

when I handed him the extension letters.

I thought he was gonna break his teeth,

he clenched his jaw so tight.

How you feeling?

A bit better I think.

I'm gonna make you a bowl

of hot water in the steamer.

So what are we going to do?

We need a plan.

We have a plan. We're gonna get you well.

And then I'm gonna find us

a place to move to in ten days time.

And then in three weeks, I'll have finished

my internship and I can get a proper job.

So if we cannot find a place in ten days,

I'll go to a men's shelter.

- No, we stick together.

- And you will go to a woman's shelter.

I just got us 10 days. Why you trying

to get rid of me before I've even tried?

I just need to know you are safe.

Geez.

Like a grumpy old man.

Come on, grumpy.

Put your head down.

How do you feel today?

Did you make your meeting?

I nearly missed though because

of the whole extension thing.

- You can't afford to miss, Hannah.

- I didn't miss.

I'll tell you what I can't afford.

I can't afford to spend a winter in a

women's shelter around a bunch of addicts.

Maybe you are ready to go home.

Would you come?

I'm not ready yet.

When I go home to him,

I want it to be for good this time.

That's funny.

Today I realized I can see the future.

I don't mean in a paranormal way, just...

I hadn't given it

much thought in a while...

but then...

today I was able to see

myself back with Jake.

And then I saw him a little older.

He was walking down a street somewhere.

He was holding hands with you.

I saw us at his graduation.

Tahir, I saw us old together.

Can you imagine?

I haven't been able to see

past the day in so long.

And...

I just thought about...

what we would do and...

where we would go.

It was nice, you know?

Simple.

But it felt like there was magic in it.

Like I could move the horizon.

Mister...

- Mister...

- Abdi.

Abdi had a chronic asthmatic attack

which is probably due

to a combination of the flu

that you say he was suffering from

and perhaps the dust from hotel room.

It's not impossible that the steam

you say he was inhaling

acted as a trigger for the asthma attack.

It's very difficult to know. It's rare,

but we do see that sometimes, too.

But he is stable now.

We have him on a breather mask and it's

supplying him with oxygen and Albuterol.

And he's also taking a steroid.

It's called prednisone.

It's to help him breathe.

It's one of the cortical steroids.

It mimics the adrenal gland

and acts as an anti-inflammatory.

But he'll be fine, right?

- Oh, he'll be fine.

- Okay.

- Thank you. Thank you.

- You're very welcome. I just...

Can I stay with him?

Are you married?

We're together.

What Mr. Abdi needs right now is rest.

I think it's best if you come back

tomorrow during visiting hours.

- I understand.

- Okay?

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Did I miss curfew?

Terry. Terry.

- I didn't miss curfew.

- It's not curfew. Your status is changed.

Excuse me?

Your status... has changed.

I have a room for two people.

You are no longer two people.

You received the extension notice

that I gave you...

- that was signed...

- For two people.

You're only one person.

I'm sorry but I cannot in good conscience

give you the room.

Why are you doing this?

Is that room even occupied?

You're missing the point, Hannah.

Evil minded, you know that, Terry?

What happened to you?

Whatever happened to make you

such an a**hole?

Whatever it was I hope it f***ing hurt.

I hope it wakes you up at night haunted,

you sad f***ing sadist.

- Enjoy the streets, Hannah.

- You know what? Go f*** yourself, Terry.

Excuse me, miss.

Excuse me, miss.

Have you been through triage?

Sorry. No, I'm not a patient.

I'm sorry, miss,

but you're gonna have to leave.

My boyfriend's here. Upstairs.

I don't have anywhere else to go.

It's past curfew at the shelters.

Did you say your husband?

Your next of kin, right?

- Yeah, my husband, that's right.

- Well, okay then.

Just for tonight.

- I don't wanna see you here tomorrow night.

- You won't.

I will throw you out.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

- Hi.

- Hey!

Sorry I haven't been here.

I've been running around all day.

Where did you sleep?

I'm trying to sort out the Terry thing.

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