Resisting the urge to peek at my defined abdominal muscles, I ripped an oily chip into quarters and apprehensively put a piece in my mouth, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, clapping and cheering erupted outside as doctors and nurses blocked the view of the hallway from the large window in my room. Curious (and admittedly grateful for the interruption), I set the devil called Lays down to exit my room and check what the commotion was all about. I saw a skinny boy who was too tall for his wheelchair and his crying parents. He was getting a new heart.
Ethan Kahana is a student at the University of Michigan. He enjoys playing and listening to music. He has work published in Idle Ink, Across the Margin, and Door is a Jar.