Amanda Young

Amanda's been here more times than she'd like to remember. Abrasions and punctures along her arm labeled her a junkie -- and with that same conviction, less than the living.

She doesn't expect kindness from here. Eyes flicking across the hospital room, she's used to the ignominy.

Matted up and dirty, her long hair sets past her shoulders. Cheekbones and eyebags, lips set to an automatic snarl.

You wonder how she'd look if someone showed a bit of care.