ABSTRACT
It was a tumult, the day and what came after—a complete upheaval, again, in the flow that had slowly started to even itself out, get regular and remembered. Pre-op had been fine; mild sedative, then the trip downstairs, his parents following alongside. The goodbye again as the drip picked up its pace; the doctor’s voice, the moving around, and once more the counting. This time he made it down to ninety-six.
