Elvis still was not feeling well with his cramped leg. I was not taking any chances with his health. I made him a checkup patient at the hospital to get some x-rays done on his poor leg. I hoped he would be feeling better soon so that way we could go on our next date. Elvis was sleeping in that day I was sitting there in Graceland reading a book.
I decided to go check on him. I was worried about him. I head up to his room. I knock on the door. And there was no answer. I knock a second time. No answer. I open the door up. There was Elvis all sprawled out on his bed fast asleep. Drooling a bit on his pillow. I notice it. Over on his nightstand. A bottle of pills! What the hell??
I gasp as I walk over there and yank the bottle off the nightstand. There was an expired bottle of pain pills f
