The Tribulation of John Michael SteeleChapter 34
The beds at County General left a bit to be desired, but a least my copay wasn’t killing me, not yet. I will have hit my annual allowable max pretty soon though. I worried about that. I’d been sleeping. I’d forgotten my book—I hated the damn television—so there wasn’t much else to do but sleep. But then, my state of lethargic boredom came to a screeching halt. My eyes fluttered open and she was sitting there in a currently not-in-use wheelchair. “Daddy, can we talk? Please?” said Selena...