LIKE YOU DIDN'T SEE IT COMING. "Pan is nap backwards." I was on the floor staring at Mary. Many many years before she died. Blonde locks of her thin hair moved in the direction of the wind as she looked down at me. She took my hand and lifted me from the ground. We were in the flower patch in my grandfather's backyard. Months before he had a heart attack. It must have been a flashback but I don't remember it ever happening. "...nervousness, probably concerning the current situation..." Nurse "Bethany" stopped abruptly and turned her face to me, relieved to see me come to conciousness. My mother looked extremly agitated with her impatientness growing. Suddenly the doctor came in, or the "abortionist" or "murderer" or whatever they were. I began crying. "No, no. No. No." I cracked. The nurse without a name tag stared at me with a strange understanding, then suddenly "M'am?" My mother looked to the anonymous nurse. She paused and said "I think it'd be best if you left the room and left this to us." She sighed. "Very well." And walked out, dejectedly. The doctor with the foreign tools in his hand stared at me, but not exactly looking. He smiled. I would've smiled back out of habit if I didn't feel like throwing up. Suddenly, he began, while tears continued erupting from my eyes, 100 per second. I cried so hard I felt nothing, but when it was over, i threw up all over myself.