Waking to a blurry room, I see a nurse cutting bandage with safety scissors. I slowly sit up and start to remember battle and getting shot in the stomach. Then my kind hearted general helps to someone I can’t make out in the memory as it goes black. “I was shot,” I say in a conscious tone. This time more excited, “I was shot. Yes, I lived through getting shot in a stomach. I’m a hero!” The young nurse comes over to me and looks me in the eye and says, “Honey, you didn’t get shot. You were taken to me with your arm out for balance and your hand holding your puking up stomach. Soldier, you have the Swine Flu.” Thinking of worlds, all that comes out is another round of vomit.
