5
Meeting the King
His car pulled up at Clinic 14, and he stepped out. Brian told the car to “make busy,” and it zombied off into traffic, circling, waiting for his call. This should be quick.
What a refreshing surprise. I was sinking into agony, hoping to submerge in it, when I popped right back to the surface. A brief moment of shadow, a face appeared, not the pretty girl, not the milky eyes of a med-tech. But an older, brown-skinned face of a man, with a few lines and a few wisps of white in his hair. The man looked at me, his dark brown eyes focused on me. He seemed to be evaluating me as he examined my cheek.
“Hello,” I said, and the man jumped back a bit before cracking a wide smile.
“Hello,” he replied, grinning as if something was funny. “How are you today?”
I stammered, “I,
