THE BLISTER THAT STOLE MY RIGHT HAND WRITING
The burn on my hand was harsh and deep and painful. After the oil treatment that Mother implemented on my poor hand the blister that developed began to grow and grow like a breathing alien implant popping straight out of my body. By the time we reached the hospital it stretched all the way from the elbow to the hand. It loomed; a huge white and incredibly painful blister on my right hand. In the white harshly lit emergency room. The man in white sat down next to me and asked me to show my arm.... Sign in to see full entry.