ZIRA

Great. Looking at myself in the mirror in another hospital room. I was wearing one of those stupid gowns, waiting for the doctor. My neck felt sore around the choker, and I was trying to remove it when I heard a scream from another room. That was normal in a place like this. At least, that was what I told myself as I hopped off the exam table. This must be the price of making a hard decision like I had to.  

I paced around the room, second-guessing everything that led up to this point. I was making the right decision, right? The risk is too great and...I could...