The Weight Of Seven Years And One Refusalthe Sharp, Sterile Smell Of Antiseptic Hung Heavy In Room 412 Of Mercy General Hospital, Mixing With The Metallic Tang Of Fear And Exhaustion That I Had Carried In My Bones For The Past Fourteen Hours. Outside, The Freezing New York Rain Lashed Against The Reinforced Glass Like Tiny, Furious Fists, Mirroring The Tempest Raging Inside My Chest.