Yes, I would appreciate the help
“That would be great actually,” I say and adjust the pile of brochures in my arms.
Ten minutes later, I’ve signed all the discharge forms, and I’m walking out of the hospital.
Dr. Grange presses a black fob and a black BMV beeps, headlights flashing as we cross the parking lot toward it. “Did you already eat?”
“I did. Her name was Dana.” I don’t know why I bother to give the name. You’re just new to all this, I tell myself. Everything is really strange, and you’re compensating for that awkwardness by providing details that don’t mean anything.
Sure, that’s it. It isn’t that I’m getting into a car with a vampire I met yesterday. That I myself am a vampire and that less than two days ago I didn’t even know such creatures existed.
“It’s great that you’re
