In front of a small clinic where my friend was being nursed for Bruises,
"Hey... Your hand is trembling... Are you OK?" asked a friend.
"I think I'm OK, maybe I'm shaking because I have not seen any of my friends bleeding" was my answer, checking out my arm that was shaking badly enough to be seen by her.
A day later, in another Hospital, to meet a friend who was burning high on the Thermometers.
I sat in a bed on the corner of Room No.584, looking at him.
He smiled, giving an eye to his Index finger that had a clip and a wire with the faintest red light imaginable.
The wires ran to a machine, that shouted Beep as he took a Breath.
"Yesterday night, they squeezed medicines into me", he said, with the same mysterious smile that is his patent.
When I had not been into Hospitals,
I never imagined I was so weak in the knees.
