The scar is a girl and the wheelchair is a woman. The crutch is butch. The drugs are good. The light is dry. The air is paint. The bed isn’t there. The nurse wears a cape and the doctor is a boy. The wheelchair is there. The scar is at loss. The wheel catches light off the reflection of water in a bag. The bag is on a pole. The walker is a man in blue pants. The scar cream isn’t there. The air is blue paint. The light is a small girl with her face in the pillow. The crutch is a doctor with a diamond on his forehead. The diamond is a tunnel with a one-way road. The ambulance drives towards the east. The bed is dry paint and the scar rejects the water. The boy is there and the bag leaks a trickle of tiny blue diamonds.