For most people, the hospital is a scary place.
A hostile place.
It's mine.
A place where bad things happen.
Oh. You can't pay with that.
Oh. It's, uh... It's my a.A. Chip.
Six months sober.
Good for you.
Most people would prefer church. or school...
or home.
Damn it. will you stop crying?
you stop crying.
But I... Grew up here.
While my mom was on rounds,
I learned to read in the O.R. Gallery,
I played in the morgue,
I colored with crayons on old e.R. Charts.
The hospital was my church...
My school...
My home.
The hospital was my safe place...
My sanctuary.
PREGNANT
I love it here.
Correction...
Loved it here.