Minus
Three days later, I was climbing the f*****g walls. I’d had my fill of hospital food, daytime TV, and the never-ending cycle of good nurse/bad nurse. I swear to awkward teenaged-years Jesus, there’s never been a profession that attracts both living saints and utter masochists.
“Good morning, baby,” a voice sweeter than any of my nurses surrounded me as Cricket entered the room, her arms filled with a giant wicker basket.
“I love it when you call me that,” I said, as she leaned down to kiss me.
“Really? I’d have thought tough guy Minus would have a problem with such a sweet pet name.”
“Pet name?” I asked smiling. “You been hanging around Dogs too much,” I teased, and she kissed me again.
“I’m just surprised you like it when I call you baby, that’s all.”
“The first time you did
