I clutched the table next to the side of the bed as she slid the iv out of my arm.The nurse offers me a pink band aid and I slap it on the center of the destruction. It barely covers the trauma and blue and purple pools that spill out from the sides. I am discharged at 7:30am with a $488 bill. I shove it in the bottom of my ravaged bag where it will surely never surface again. The leather strap was being help together by a cast of safety pins. I kept biting my cheek like I’ve done for the past 11 years when I get nervous as I make my way down Second Avenue.

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