““That was me. I was The Fixer. Everything was fixed. Well, other than what was important. I walked down the hallway of the hospital like I was on death row. I wasn’t scared, I was petrified. For the first time in my life, I was going to do the right thing, and I wished it felt better, because the truth was, it felt like fucking shit. It felt like hell, like torture, like a sharp butcher’s knife digging into my chest, piercing into my heart and pulling it out slowly, breaking each and every one of my ribs on its way out. Every door I passed brought me closer to the door I didn’t want to knock on.””
