It was a heavy print, the kind you got developed at a drugstore ten years ago.

I leaned forward.

I stared at the picture.

It was me.

I was sitting in a standard hospital wheelchair on the concrete sidewalk outside the double emergency doors of the county medical center.

My hair was matted to my forehead with dried sweat.

I was wearing a faded hospital gown and a gray zip-up sweater.

I looked exhausted, pale, and completely hollowed out.