Cate was upset. Afraid of dying. Worrying that she was going to die. Going under was scary. Second thoughts catered the room. Cape wrote on her hand "Fibroid" to make sure that was what the doctor ordered, to get Jr out. But If something would have gone wrong, the doctor would have had to perform a hysterectomy on Cate anyway, to save her life. That scared her.
Cate kissed Cape goodbye, and a few seconds (2 hours) later she woke up in a white bright room with a man and a woman talking about her. Jr went for some testing. And she started cramping and bleeding, which is normal after a D and C. They drugged her more to get rid of the pain and nausea, but other than that she was fine, the surgery was successful.
The doctor told Cape that he couldn't have sex with Cate for a month. She wasn't able to masturbate as well. Well maybe clitoral?
In and out of consciousness, Cate mumbled to Cape something about Wal-Mart, a friend stealing her shoes and then put nail holes in them, then ending with a desire to have Cape's baby, all the while chewed-up crackers rented a room in Cate's mouth during her three bazarre comments over a 3 hour recovery period in the hospital.
An hour later, Cate was released. Found in an alley all alone, she was begging for change to get a ride home. The 39 year old was use to getting dumped. She had never had a boyfriend past 2 months.
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I'm still trying to figure out all the metaphors here, but I do hope you're feeling all right! :)
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