Critical Care Fellow
Wet, cold, black surrounds me
Wet, cold, black surrounds me
Darkness descends
Dax’s orange hat
You arrived alone that autumn night, your tiny
“You’re a resident?”
I like my mask
“My father died, slipped in the shower.”
“I’m sick, Doctor!”
Your thin skin
I stand on the side you can still see from
She told me she
I feel fine, she said;
Blue and floppy you arrive
What if we could cover up blemishes, hide
Avalon Be Damned
brown eyes wild with panic
Seeing them identify
You sign
I remember touching her face, I knew it was
To seeing death. I can’t grieve.
Here you are
Sixty seconds of silence.
Yellow is the archetypal color of insanity,
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We are proud to present this collection of 55-word stories written by the University of Utah School of Medicine Class of 2022