One Year Later

I took that test, and I passed it, sucka.

I stitched up a little girl's eyebrow after she ran through a glass sliding door.

I did CPR, and he died anyway.

I held a heart. For real.

I was a patient, and hospital pillows suck.

(five months pass)

I danced at Hungry Beat!

I'm starting school again on Monday. "Pocket Medicine," how I've missed you.

And thank you, John. So much more than "thank you."