The doctors at the hospital have run me through just about every test on the planet and have taken enough blood to fill a tanker. Thank God that’s over with. Now, if they would just stop prodding and poking me every five minutes that would be just ducky. But no, I hear another group of interns come into my room here at the Hotel California to gawk at me. In the last however many hours I’ve been here on display, I’ve seen so many doctors, interns, and nurses I need a score card to keep track of who’s who. They’re all nice enough, but really, don’t they have something else to do?
As I lie in bed, an image of Monie’s face circles around me while the doctor in charge babbles out my medical history. The nurses who rolled me in here earlier were nice enough to elevate me so I can see around the
