Chapter Eleven
Prescott Valley Medical Center isn’t large as hospitals go, but just like all the other ones I’ve been in, it seems to have been designed with the express purpose of making you feel like a rat in a maze. The signage is sporadic and misleading, and Piper and I have to ask for directions three times before we finally locate the cafeteria.
Thank God, the place is still open. I haven’t eaten anything particularly filling today, and my communion with AJ has made me hungrier than I’ve ever been in my life. I choose two prepackaged ham sandwiches, a bag of Doritos, and two cans of Dr. Pepper. Piper, anticipating a pig-out at her brother’s house later tonight, opts for a small container of hummus.
It’s not until after I’ve wolfed down my first sandwich that I scan the small dinin
