Awkward in the corner of a waiting room, right next to the old magazines. Uneasy, like a fish pulled up against the light. Black day, curiously attractive white light. Just as comfortable as watching well-oiled axis of rail cars ride by above. Maybe there is something outside the window, maybe not. Not. Ask the lady again for no particular reason. Hurting like a bitch and wearing a shit excuse for clothes. These stains are definitely staying. Suddenly a voice: "Snap out of it. No blood, can't hurt. Go home."