"...fucked"

Recovery Notes:

The Chaos of Triage.
"No need to make angry waves. The Ocean does that on it's own."

Surgery:
"I now have nine little piggy's, and the legs they're attached to.
...so far."

Treatment:
"I want Quiet Privacy my Intimate Dignity.
I want to go home."

Now:
There, and back Again.
"My dreams are haunted, but my friends make me laugh."