The antiseptic smell hit me like a slap in the face the moment we stepped inside the local hospital. My arm ached, my cheek still stung from where the robber had landed that punch, but none of that compared to the sting of humiliation buzzing through my veins.
What kind of idiot imagines themselves as the hero in a robbery, only to hand over their wallet and nearly bawl their eyes out like a kindergartener who just got told Santa isn't real? Me, that's who, fucking devestating.
I looked over to the police officer after he took my statements as he went over to the woman sitting besides me.
The blonde woman on the bus, or rather, my accidental companion, sat beside me in silence out in the lobby, grocery bags right under her legs like she'd just been on another Sunday check-up rather than sitting through a stick-up.
