Finis

 

          Well, what is there left to say? Nothing really. Some of us got out, some didn’t. I did, luckily. Jeanette did, and Monica. But Leslie, Gina, and Bonnie never did. Sometimes I go back and see Leslie. Gina and Bonnie both died. Jeanette and I last saw each other at Gina’s funeral. We write back and forth occasionally, but not often.

         

          I returned to County General, and got work under my feet again. It was a good thing to have, and I’m glad for it. No one really ever speaks of my time in the hospital, and I never bring it up.

 

          So that’s it. Nothing more to tell. I’ve never forgotten the experience, and never will. Perhaps it was meant to exist. Damn Powers the Be!

 

 

---El Fin---