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was done giving it to a girl she just laid there like a flounder!” He cackles which triggers him to start coughing. He told me yesterday, but he didn’t tell me any details.
    I can’t help it, I burst out laughing, full on belly laughing. I mean this guy is a trip! Who comes up with shit like that? If he was ever married, his wife must have been a saint.
    “Ok, FP, you need to get inside, you’re going to catch a cold out here and won’t be able to do no pounding.”  I still have a smile on my face as I walk inside. Maybe today won’t be as bad as I thought.
    Four hours later I’m covered in sweat, and I’m sure that I smell like a men’s locker room, but one of Allyn’s buddy’s went down with no pulse right in his chair in the hallway. Getting a grown man onto the floor and performing CPR for 20 minutes is taxing on a person. Every muscle in my body is sore and I smell so rank, but I was able to get his pulse back before the EMTs arrive. I have no idea where Sam went to, she seems to like to leave the floor when I clock in.
    A feeling of euphoria passes over me. The high that you get when your adrenaline kicks in and you do what has to be done. I haven’t done that in a long flipping time. I can only imagine that this is what addicts feel when they are high. The adrenaline coursing through my veins makes me feel as if I’m ten feet tall and bulletproof. Every time I bring someone back from the brink of death is an almost out of body experience. Makes me feel like I have thumbed my nose at the higher ups with a ‘you’re not taking this guy today’ kind of feeling.
    After the guy is loaded on the stretcher and taken out to the ambulance, I exhale a pent up breath and take in my surroundings. People are milling about the chaos, but it’s someone standing way in the back that catches my eye. Looking down the hallway I see a man on crutches standing by the door I was knocking on yesterday. For some reason, I can’t look away from him even though he has a look of disgust on his face, a look of some unknown hatred. I am utterly mesmerized, drawn into the sight of a man who seems to hate what he sees. This must be Knight. Not until he goes back to his room and slams the door does the spell break. A feeling of sadness and emptiness washes over my skin from an unknown stranger walking away. Like I am missing something that once was and never will be again. I don’t get it, how can I feel like that over someone I’ve never met or even someone who obviously hates me so much.
    The rest of the day goes off without another glimpse of the man that Samantha confirmed and said was named Knight. I have no idea if that is a good thing or a bad thing since I have only glimpsed his face from afar, I feel the need to see him up close. Since he walked away, the great feeling of saving someone’s life has become an afterthought. The scars on my face, the scars on my heart and on my body have been temporarily forgotten. In place of the save and scars is a feeling of loneliness. I don’t know why, though. It has taken four months to feel lonely, when before all this happened I would just call Olivia up and we would hang out and watch movies, so I was never alone.
    Is it because what used to be, before the riot and scars, was a fun girl who could get a man wrapped around her with one smile? The woman who had lots of friends and plans every night of the week. The woman who could make a person feel good just by her sunny disposition. I feel like two people; like that sunny girl has been put in a box way down deep in me and she’s just waiting to burst out again. Then the way I am now, closed off, shut in, and wounded. It’s two people fighting each other in a constant battle of who is going to be Cori today. The one who dwells on the past seems to be the winner all the time.
     

 

    Today has been for lack of a better word, different. One of the old timers went down and some nurse was on the floor trying to save his life.