Aftermath

Asters reach from paper cups across the nurses ’ desk. When the petals fall we fold them in a book. This is how we fix it when he shoots himself in the face after night rounds. * I dream I draw his pain into a 10-mL syringe. Gray matter leaps from the wall back into his brain. The bullet blows back inside his gun and his children come— * Aft er three days the room is scrubbed clean. Some of us cry. All of us get back to work.
Source: JAMA - Category: General Medicine Source Type: research