I walk through the hospital, an already sterile, cold, uninviting environment. I see the glances I receive from people as I pass.
She’s so young…
What’s wrong with her?
The gauze around my arm covering the fresh wound from where blood has been drawn, the only signal that something is remotely wrong.
Otherwise I look perfectly healthy.
And this experience makes me come full circle. I want to drop to the floor and cry, right there.
But how do you express emotion inside these disconsolate walls?
And if you do, will it matter to anyone?
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