draining

last night my neighbor and her friend got jumped on sixth street. it was pretty bad for her. she's lost a lot of weight with all the fucked-up family drama and breaking-up anguish lately. i was afraid i would break her, holding her tiny body racked with sobbing. she was all bloody and lumpy and hurty, and i felt i couldn't find the right words to say. they tried to rip out her hair. neither of us had first-aid shit or even ice, so i just sat there with her until the adrenaline drained and she could make morbid jokes about her next therapy session.
then i had another dream where i got shot. this is getting old.