He wanted to cry. No longer was the color red associated with blood, death or war. His friends, no, his family at the 4077 had seen to that. Everywhere he looked,
there was red. Red clothing, hats, decorations, even red refreshments. In his white scrubs he stood out like a sore thumb, but he didn't care. For once red was the
color of friendship, of laughter and of love. He knew it wouldn't always be that way. Tomorrow the color red would mean blood, death and the hell of war. But for
tonight he was determined to enjoy it fully.