Hospital Bill
Bill cut him off. “Ok, ok, I get it. I get it. But one beer at lunch is no big deal, right? I mean, it’s just one beer.”
Bill cut him off. “Ok, ok, I get it. I get it. But one beer at lunch is no big deal, right? I mean, it’s just one beer.”
This group isn’t going anywhere—at least not in a hurry—but when they’re back in the hospital they’re going to spend a lot of time trying to figure out if a particular insect is going to successfully cross the span above them (until someone gives them something else to look at).
“You know, it’s all dark and there’s no room to move.” His volume elevated as he shifted around in his car seat to further illustrate his point. “I had to get out of there.”
Less than a heartbeat later the slow motion aspect was gone and everything, particularly the ground, was coming at me all at once. The item that troubled me the most is my rear tire, which was now leaking seriously to the left as I descended.