"They're gonna strap you down if you fuck with that too much," I warned, leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over my chest.
Tucked under my elbow was a stuffed grey bear holding a little felt daisy, the words Get Well Soon stitched onto the sole of one of its feet. I'd bought it only after finding out he wasn't fucking dead, after a long and awkward conversation with the receptionist downstairs. They'd given me the run around for half a goddamn hour, then finally told me that they hadn't killed him on the ride over, or in the last eighteen hours or so, but that he wouldn't be able to have visitors until later that afternoon. Instead of driving all the way home and losing a decent spot in the labyrinthine parking deck, I wandered the cafeteria and the coffee shop, then finally the gift shop, and ultimately the bear had been an impulsive purchase born out of exhaustion.
It seemed funny, at the time. Now, standing in his doorway, the whole goddamn situation felt nothing but strange.
"You talk to anybody, yet?" I asked, slipping further into the room. I had a feeling that, even if he had, he was high enough that he wouldn't have remembered.
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Date: 2019-05-09 10:23 pm (UTC)Tucked under my elbow was a stuffed grey bear holding a little felt daisy, the words Get Well Soon stitched onto the sole of one of its feet. I'd bought it only after finding out he wasn't fucking dead, after a long and awkward conversation with the receptionist downstairs. They'd given me the run around for half a goddamn hour, then finally told me that they hadn't killed him on the ride over, or in the last eighteen hours or so, but that he wouldn't be able to have visitors until later that afternoon. Instead of driving all the way home and losing a decent spot in the labyrinthine parking deck, I wandered the cafeteria and the coffee shop, then finally the gift shop, and ultimately the bear had been an impulsive purchase born out of exhaustion.
It seemed funny, at the time. Now, standing in his doorway, the whole goddamn situation felt nothing but strange.
"You talk to anybody, yet?" I asked, slipping further into the room. I had a feeling that, even if he had, he was high enough that he wouldn't have remembered.