Imogene fiddled with the data sticks still in her pocket. Like, what-the-fuck else did she have to do?
The gray, hairless monster in the other bed like had the effin’ nerve to speak: “You…seem restless. Shall I…attempt to amuse you…with a story?”
Def not woke. Could hardly speak. Imogene was about to tell her to shut the fuck up, when another drop of water fell into Imogene’s eye from the ceiling and she screamed instead, at the top of her lungs.
That nurse that was always Draking like burst into the room to scream at The Gray Monster. “Lord Jesus Christ, will you please stop screaming?” Then she looked def not woke. “No, can’t be you, The Moaner. I just gave you enough pain meds to sink the Titanic.” The nurse turned to yell at Imogene. “Lord Jesus Christ, will you please stop screaming?” Next she kicked the wall. “And I can’t even shut you up with an injection because you’re pregnant!” The nurse stormed out of the room, easy to hear Draking away to some other nurse in the hall.
Imogene yelled after her, “I am not pregnant!” Another drop of water fell into her other eye. She turned her head to the side and saw The Gray Monster was nodding off, like real high on her pain meds. Imogene like couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but what choice did she have? Anything. Like effin’ anything was better than just lying there. “Like don’t go to sleep! Tell me an effin’ story!”
“A story! Tell me a story!”