If you guessed that by food, they meant a disgusting soup that tasted like it expired a decade ago, then you would be correct. I’d actually be more surprised if it wasn’t soup. Hospital soup is probably my least favorite thing to eat; they gave me lots of it when I had my seizure at thirteen, which pretty much turned me into the cynical misanthrope I am today. I wish humanity didn’t suck so much sometimes, ya know? It’s like whenever something good happens, some moron always shows up to ruin it. Only problem is, I’m that moron…
“You look just like my son, young man,” a middle-aged man called out to me. He was lying on his bed, and looking at him, I could tell that he had been through a lot of sorrow in his life; I could see it in his eyes.
“Is that so?” I asked, slowly sipping on the a
