I laid back and closed my eyes.  I thought about how I was going to tell Daddy what had happened.  He’d understand, and be comforting, and all, but he wasn’t here, and that would bother him and hurt him the most.

     I could feel pain everywhere on and in me.  Every muscle and bone hurt, and I knew I was terribly bruised and cut up, especially down there.  I felt like someone had wielded a knife inside me, and cut me to pieces.

     In the middle of my own injury evaluation, two women came into my room, one carried a tray and set it on my rolling table.  The other came over to help me sit up and reach the tray.  Lunchtime.  They smiled at each other as one left the room, the other getting closer...

Please subscribe to keep reading.