After Seth's Murder
When I thought about Seth, I remembered the night he drove his friend John home to the West Village. John lived in a low rent, rough New York City neighborhood, the kind you locked your car doors when you drove through. John got out of the car in front of his apartment building. Seth waited until John was safely inside.
Two local gang members pounced on the car. They jerked open the now unlocked passenger door, leaped inside, and put a knife to Seth's throat. They demanded his wallet. Seth complied. Then they stabbed him six times, and disappeared back into the night.
Seth drove himself to Bellevue Hospital, while most of his blood poured out onto the car seat, and then onto the floor. He lingered between life and death for three days, receiving 80 pints of blood from friends and family. No matter how much blood went in, it leaked back out.
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