It Finally Happened

I was rushed to emergency in the back of an ambulance - we roared through Times Square and each pothole we hit only helped lull me into a quiet spell. That nice man was holding my hand and, faintly, I heard him whisper to the driver "...but there's so much blood." I smiled and tried to let the sounds of the police escort guide me someplace warmer. At long last, I thought, my tax dollars at work. Just for me.