Broken Leg

The crunch of bone is a sound that’s hard to miss
First there I am falling through the air
Then my reflection of some sunglasses
Pain contorting my face.
“Does anyone have some whisky?”
A figure steps forward and tries to lift me,
Only to be met with my screams.

Call 911
Hold my hand
Carry the stretcher, when it comes.
Scour for my lost belongings
Return in the morning with flowers
Drive 5 hours to meet me
See me and speak kind words
Brace for my screams
Spend the night beside me.

I know so many heros.

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