THE CANDY STRIPER
Ivory DuBois lay in drug induced haze as a low moan gurgled from deep in his chest do to the unbelievable pain that racked his injured body. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” he groaned softly while trying to get his bearings. “W-where am I???” “You’re in County General Hospital, Mr. DuBois, my name is Mary Vance, I’m your night nurse.” “What happened to me?” he asked in a groggy voice. “You were in a head on collision, you’re lucky to even be alive,” the nurse replied while checking his vitals. “Ohhhhh, I hurt all over!” he moaned. “Well, you should hurt all over,” she answered while filling in his chart, “two broken legs and arms will do that to you.” “Y-you’re kidding me,” he stammered as the gravity of the situation overtook him. “I’m afraid not,” she replied a …