"What? No. I have to! I'm late! I need to go."
"You have to stay here for fifteen minutes." Hands grab me and pull me down into a chair. I'm force fed pretzels.
"Damn you guys..."
"What did you say?"
"Oh. Nothing." I munched on my pretzels and downed a water bottle and a can of orange juice. About twenty minutes earlier I was laid back in a recliner with my feet in the air. A man dressed in white was scrubbing away at the inside of my elbow. scrapescrapescrape.
"What is that stuff?" I asked the white bed sheet.
"Oh uh just....," he went on about sterilizing or something. I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention.
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