“You are in your own way hot.”
I checked my neck using the back of my hand. I don’t have fever.
Was that a compliment or what?
You would say I should say “thanks”. Or perhaps get away with jokingly answering “Thank you fan!” as I usually do. But this fan is a bit crazy.
Another crazy girl you say?
Here’s the spin: he’s GAY!
and crazy as a stray bullet.
You want to know what I did?
I went on with endorsing my patients for the next shift all the while ignoring what he said.
He was not a friend of mine. Most don’t like him. He’s…. a lot of things.
[I guess I should end it here or else I might give away too many clues]
“Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together.” —Paul Edgecomb, The Green Mile (Stephen King)
Thank God I am now in a new area: the Operating Room!