TWENTY
D'ANDRE WALKER curled up on the tray table. A hundred and four degrees out today, and the air conditioning was broken again. His guts on fire, everything ached so hard he couldn't straighten his body out inside the CAT scanner contraption like the nurses wanted him to.
Nurse Shondra bugged him over a speaker, even though he couldn't breathe 'cause of the heat and the pain. The meds had his muscles feeling all twisted up inside, and he couldn't get enough air. Now he was scared, and he jumped around to try and slide back out of the clanging monster that was trying to eat him alive.
“I can't do it!”
Nurse Shondra talked in a microphone, louder than the death robot.
“You can’t move, D’Andre. Stay still, or we gotta do it again.”
“I can't! I can't!”
The clanking rapid-fire bursts
