It had been two days since I met that weird guy at the elevator. I wanted to tell Brian about it when he came to my room that night, but I eventually decided against it. He probably didn’t mean it in a bad way, and since he was Dominic’s guest, I didn’t want to cause a fuss, thereby leading to me disrespecting his guest. Maybe he just had a weird way of consoling people. That’s what happens when you’ve gone through a lot of traumatic s**t—you become weird.
Brian told me their hospital was government accredited and he could fix me a job there. I decided to send a letter to my boss at my original place of work, that I won’t be coming in for a while, even though I knew he might end up telling me I’d be fired if I didn’t show up. But I wished I had better choices to make, my case with the we
