Today's OneWord: Stabbed

The burn of the medicine through her esophagus felt a teeny bit like she was being stabbed in the back - of course, she didn't exactly know what the feeling of being stabbed in the back was specifically like, for she had never endured traumatic injuries or blood loss, and she certainly didn't play with knives. Still, as she bent over in her gray steel chair and hyperventilated, she could equate such lancing pain to such an assault, as the doctor patted her shoulder and cooed as if to an overly sensitive infant.

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