22 August 2026

The Blue Butterfly Coat, the Hospital Bracelet, and the Price of Dignity

After the medicine the insurance line said they would “review,” like a six-year-old’s lungs had time to wait for paperwork.

The woman behind me looked me up and down like she already knew my whole life.

My scrub pants.

My old sweatshirt.

The dark circles under my eyes.

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