The last time I went to the emergency room the hospital placed me in the poor/uninsured section.
It was a large area away from the rest of the ER.
And reminded me of a teacher's lounge for the unwanted.
Other people were there with me.
A sheet hanging from a metal rod was used to partition us.
Each time a doctor walked in earshot a loud weeping filled the room.
It was such a pathetic sob.
Like the noise an 11-year old girl being raped by her daddy makes.
It came from behind the fabric, to the right of me.
I think the purpose of the crying was to pander for opiates.
Outside the room a drunk barked orders from a gurney in the hallway.
He wanted to be fed a sandwich and juice.
The demand wasn't malicious.
It had the tone of a business man on a mini-vacation.
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