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Revolver - 3
By Sonia Ramos Rossi
When I wake up I’m in a bright white room, in hospital. One of my neighbours heard the bang and found me before I bled to death. No sign or mention of Jordi. The doctors are pussyfooting around me. They’ve done the tests and apparently I’m HIV positive, so they’re being very careful. My life’s in no danger, they say, and I just look at them as if they don’t know what they’re talking about.
The colostomy bag is uncomfortable, but I’m learning how to live with it. The bullet ripped my insides so badly that it’ll take them months to fix me up. I try not to think of the kids I’ll never have, read romances to keep my mind busy.
Some policemen come around. They say they found the bullet behind my bedside table. I tell them it was an accident, but I don’t think they believe me.
So, it looks like you’re going to be in the newspapers, Jordi. I’m so sorry. So sorry.
© Sonia Ramos Rossi 2006