Fully Edited Version Release My screams filled the halls as my bones were being set. The doctor yelled at me to relax my hand. As if it were I, that was stopping the doctor from moving it. It was my pieces of bones stopping the doctor.
They gave me a shot of morphine and one nice nurse quietly asked,
"Where did you get that black eye?"
I didn't know I had a black eye.
Dedicated to the Moab Police Department in Utah. Might be helpful as a non fiction educational tool.