The doctors come in, the same questions, the same tired lies. They can feel the truth, because it bubbles in the back of your throat. You're free for the telling, but fear of the man is more than a compelling enough argument.
One break, eight fractures. They show you the parallel bars. It's here that you will come to feel like a human being again. You can't help but feel that they should be taller. This place should teach you to stand taller. Walk taller.
Fear rules the small world you call home. The nurses know it more than the doctors. Some of them lived it, others have just seen enough to know the warning signs. You are not a warning sign.
You're a billboard.
The complaints drift to you. Back aches, sports injuries, cancer. The small, black spot inside yourself that you know is a coward, it cries out. How I wish I were you.