Contrary to his mother’s opinion, Eddie wasn’t lazy. He actually enjoyed passing the time by working (if he knew what the hell he was doing and wasn’t making an ass of himself) and that was all he was expecting from the twelve or so hours that he would spend at the medical facility. Work, work, work; pass the hours as quickly as possible, and not spend too much time thinking. He had the place to himself, mostly; only Zunella was on duty for the night. So Eddie scrubbed pots and pans in the small but efficient kitchen area. He got down on his hands and knees and scoured the floor to within a fraction of an inch of the surface’s tolerance, and when even the hidden edges underneath the cooking unit gleamed like crystal, he filled up pitchers with fresh water and ice slivers and trekked throug
