Recovery Notes:

The Chaos of Triage.

"No need to make angry waves.

The Ocean does that on its own."

Surgery:

"I now have nine little piggies, and the legs they're attached to.

...so far."

Treatment:

"I want Quiet Privacy my Intimate Dignity.

I want to go home."

Now:

There, and back Again.

"My dreams are haunted, but my friends make me laugh."