Part Two:
The Hospital The Dream1
The grease on his fingers picked up the low light in the bar, giving them a perfunctory shine. It diminished as he licked them clean before taking a swallow of beer, then, he picked his hamburger up again. As he bit in, juice ran from the rare patty and dribbled down his chin and fingers, coating them again. He took a few more bites before wiping his chin, licking his fingers, and taking another sip of beer. He was only halfway listening to what Jack was talking about; like all hospital employees enjoying a beer after work, Jack was bitching about his job. Todd didn’t care. He’d gotten it enough times from his colleagues and underlings over the past few months that he didn’t want to waste his off hours rehashing the same tired bullshit.
“How’s Zelda do
