6909

by Jinryu

I pass by the Main OR waiting room.  The girl is a bit over 15.  Papers are all signed.  She sits there in the waiting room, alone, wearing a hospital gown, drawing circles with her feet absentmindedly.  Where are her parents, I wonder?
 
A few hours later, [Mickey] tells me about how she got the jar, with a label marked 6909, and she felt nautious. 
 
“What’s a 6909?” I ask.
 
One of the RTs cuts in, “We’re not allowed to say the a-word here, sir.”
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