more.

Doctors entered.

Doctors disappeared.

Nurses hurried through swinging doors.

Medical equipment beeped endlessly somewhere beyond the walls.

I stared at the dried bl00d covering my hands long after it had turned dark against my skin.

I couldn’t bring myself to wash it away.

At exactly three o’clock in the morning, a neurosurgeon finally walked toward continue reading …

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