Chapter 8
Sawyer
“Mr. Thompson, you should come to the hospital as soon as you’re able.” The doctor says over the phone. “We need to talk.”
“And we can’t over the phone.” I wipe down the bar and adjust the phone between my ear and shoulder. “I’m at work right now.”
“Tomorrow morning will be best. We did some additional tests and I’d like to go over them with you in person.”
“Okay.” I draw it out, then agree to be there. I get through the shift, trying to shrug off the ominous feeling rolling around in my gut. It keeps me from eating when I get home, but when I open the fridge to try, all I see are those damn popsicles I bought. “f**k!”
I slam the door shut and slide down to the floor. All this positive living s**t feels fake as f**k and I can’t even deny it right now. I feel like I’m
