The IV stuck out of my arm. My heart beat tender paces. Inside my neck a small mass that borrowed its head into the muscle. Under the mass, a sack of puss. Inside the puss, tiny microbes whispered "give up."
The mass in my neck swelled to more than two inches wide. The soft parts were tender enough to press your finger in and leave a mark. The IV itched. I wanted to rip it out, pull the vein out with the tiny tube.