Stranglers in the Night

I hate hospitals. I’ve been stewing in the swamp of blood and vomit called the Emergency Room for hours. The sight of bullet holes and burned flesh turns my stomach. I can’t stand the mess.

A pair of cops roll in and out, chatting with EMTs, flirting with nurses. If they find out who I am, a heart attack is the least of my problems. I keep my head down and suffer in silence.