No More Tears for Him

cry of feigned alarm. "O

l came down hard on my hand, grinding it into the pavement. A

ipping with fake sympathy. "I'm just so clu

by the entrance of the private clinic. "Sir, could you please clea

He swept my pills and my medical records into a dustpan

rs of pain and humiliation, and his expression only hardened. He truly believed

d twenty-dollar bill, and tossed it at my feet.

worth as much as the donation I'm making to the local anim

the private hospital, leaving me on the cold, wet ground, with n

ng on the sidewalk, until the pain in my hand wa