First Aid Kid

My virgin bronco-spasms scripted a champion story for me.

Bronchitis was fun, I'd think, lying in a bed thrice my size, until a mini-blackout changed everything. I gasped hard enough to remember it vividly even seventeen years later. Two caps of medicine was shoved down me as the machines stopped working, combating a heartbeat thrice its normalcy- a miraculous save. I managed to scoot to the second floor, later, obliviously and innocently opened a cabin door, only to find and help my father on traction retching and groaning.

I say, four year old women's lives are mightier than fiction.