"How is she?” I asked for the umpteenth time, after hours of pacing on the a hospital corridor. I didn't care to check the name of the hospital when we drove in. I needed the closest and the first guard to rush to my aid had gone straight, following the hospital sign of a snake around a stick.
“ She's awake and fine,” the doctor spoke carefully, eyes searching mine, possibly matching my face against some celebrity she has met somewhere on some occasion. I get that all the time. Most people suffer a concussion the second they meet me in person, and every attempt to piece my identity together begins with naming every other male celebrity I practically know nothing about.
I sighed, beating off the annoyance at the inopportuned timing.
“ I don't have the patience right now,” I complained i
