Emergency Room Doctor
The doctor’s office was plain, the walls decorated with just a few framed diplomas. The psychiatrist/bitch sat behind the desk looking at me, an opened notepad on her lap. “So you want me to tell you all about it,” I said. She just looked at me. “Ok, here goes…” and I began my story: “They brought her in at a quarter to four in the morning. The ER was empty, for some reason the city had been pretty quiet that evening. Well, except for the woman that they brought in that night. She was lying on a gurney wearing a white ambulance smock. They said she was a rape victim and asked if this was the correct place or if they should take her upstairs. I didn’t recognize the orderlies but told them it was, …