Creative Writing: Uniformed Cop

I tried to smile at the uniformed cop sitting opposite me, because that’s what everyone expected me to so. My friends ted, Frankie and Jem were uncomfortable around authority, preferring instead to slink into the background and make awkward guilty faces. I was used to this from work, so I didn’t mind. I was the one that usually stood up to theboss and tried to explain inmy most grown-up voice why the work wasn’t being done faster or why our meetings weren’t as productive as they should have been. My answers weren’t every really satisfactory and was met with silent disapproval. Much like the look the policeofficer was giving me right then.
I think another reason was because I hated hospitals.
Again, not my fault. Brought on by a stint in one

Forced a smile. “I’m as American as you are, Officer.”
“I don’t think-“
“And human.”
The cop blinked at me and behind him I could see the beginnings of a smile on Ted’s face. But I wasn’t done yet. “Maybe even more so.”
The cop gave me a look that made me think of two live roaches wriggling down his throat, then he walked briskly out of the room.
“Racist creep,” Jamie said suddenly in between sputters of laugh. Frankie joined in but his laughter was a bit more nervous, a bit more Frankie. I shrugged and fiddled with the over bleached sheets. I knew Ted was looking at me, but I wasn’t ready to say anything yet. I needed to push it down-that blind hatred that came over me anytime some thing like this happened.
“Are you sure that chick was trying to kill you?” Jem piped up.
Frankie groaned as he should have while Ted hurried over to the door. “What is wrong with you, jem?” he said over his shoulder. “Can’t you say anythign below a screech?”
Jem shrugged and disentangled herself from Frank and walked over to me, leaning against the bed. A whiff of something fruity. She smiled down at me , looping her finger round the iv tubing. I shook my head and she stopped. “Look at them. You’re the one in danger and they’re