Finally home after enjoying the hospitality of one of New York's finer hospitals. I think the person I was sharing a room with died. Actually, I'm pretty sure but trying not to think about it.
If they had not called 911 I would have never gone, as I know how these places operate, but the situation did not seem to leave much of a choice. Forearm bruised from the handcuffs.
That bitch killed herself and got off lucky. I'm still stuck here, out of work for a month on disability, wondering if anyone will ever know the truth.
Why did she have to do me like that?