Imogene had like two effin’ choices, stare at the still-wet, water-leak stain on the acoustical tile right over her head or stare at her ugly sleeping roommate with, like, gray skin and no effin’ hair.
Finally the door slammed open again.
Imogene prayed it was the super-sexy-cute guy again. Or even that nurse that was always Draking…if she brought a TV.
It wasn’t either of them.
It was a cop. Almost as old as her roommate. He pulled a chair over next to Imogene, took out a tablet, and like blabbed a bunch of dumb preliminaries before getting down to it. “I understand, little lady, that you came in with another patient?”
“Cray cray bitch from the storage space building?” Imogene was wondering if she could get to Snapchat on that tablet…
“Excuse me?”
“That blonde bitch. Cray cray. Def not woke.”
“Actually the young lady in question is no longer asleep.”
“Like I didn’t mean like literally asleep…”
“And quite upset. Won’t stop screaming.” He rolled his eyes and looked disgusted. “Thinks she saw a ghost.”
“Like I say, totally, like completely, cray cray.”
“‘Cray cray’?”
“Crazy! Don’t you know anything?” Imogene snapped, then caught herself. “Like, sorry, officer, but I like get carried away because like that cray cray…sorry…really truly totally crazy bitch is always at that storage space building, like works there, and is so def not woke…that means so definitely completely out of it…that she thinks all kinds of cray…crazy things and was probably so out of it that she thought she was helping when she like stabbed that guy with that scalpel!”
The officer didn’t respond, too busy struggling to take notes on a tablet he was obviously def not woke about using.
So there, thought Imogene, that should get that cray cray bitch locked up for, like, forever. She turned away to look back up at the still-wet, water-stain on the acoustical tile right over her head.
“That poor, beautiful blonde…”
Compassion? Understanding? Those were like not at all the effin’ responses Imogene was expecting. Or wanted. She was about to look back towards the cop, and maybe think of something else she could say to make the cop hate that cray cray bitch as much as she did, when a drop of water splashed right into her eye.
“And in the worst hospital in the city,” said the cop sympathetically.
Imogene looked back at the cop. He looked up from the tablet and clapped a hand to his mouth, like he hadn’t realized he’d been talking aloud. She was pretty sure his sympathy over the effin’ hospital hadn’t been about leaky ceilings but about that effin’ cray cray bitch Karen.
Imogene could have screamed. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t think of anything to say, so she turned back to the ceiling.
A water drop splashed into her other eye.
