really
is.
“Listen, I should be getting out of here. I
have a prior engagement that requires my attendance,” he says
cryptically, referring to the imminent meeting between Laura Cohen,
now in the company of police officers, and himself.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, Will. Please
come by and visit again, anytime you like. I’m sure grandma will
appreciate the love.”
Will turns and begins to head out of the
opening in the curtain when he’s interrupted by Jessica’s phone
going off. For some odd reason, this catches his complete and
undivided attention. He steals a glimpse of the phone’s home screen
just as Jessica is about to answer it. The name of the contact
calling her is Hector S. Will doesn’t know why he’s interested in
her personal business, but a gut instinct tells him that he should
be paying attention.
The doctor also takes a look at the ringing
phone. Apparently, the phone is enough to get him to talk to us,
but the injured, senior lady isn’t.
“Hey, I have one of those. My boyfriend too,”
he adds, revealing that he’s gay, a tidbit of information which
flies over Will and Jessica’s heads as they are a bit too
preoccupied with their current situations to care. “Anyway, great
sale recently, two for the price of one. I brought my lovey-dovey
one to match the one I got myself. Now, we’re phone
mates.”
Will looks at the doctor, confused as to why
he believes that either himself or Jessica are interested in
hearing about the cell phones he purchased for himself and his
lover. Although he is very tempted, Will does not voice his opinion
on the matter. Instead, he disregards it, brushing it aside, away
from the focal center of his thoughts. The task proves to be more
difficult than Will had anticipated as the doctor continues his
impulsive and unprovoked dialogue.
“Got it just a few blocks away at Union
Square. The sales person was incompetent and immature, but the
manager was very helpful. Very heavy too. I wanted to tell him that
he should exercise more and go on a diet, but I didn’t want to be
rude.” The doctor reaches into his lab coat’s pocket and pulls out
a syringe and vial, preparing it so that he can administer a dose
of the substance to Beverly. “Besides, he had just given me a deal
on the accidental handling insurance.” He inserts the syringe into
the vial and extracts the substance. Then, holding the loaded
syringe in his mouth sideways, like one would if they were chewing
on a pencil, he cleans a small segment of Beverly’s arm, near the
crook of the free elbow, with an alcohol pad before thoughtlessly
thrusting the point through the old lady’s arm flesh multiple times
until he finds the vein. “You know, in case I drop my phone because
I’m such a klutz sometimes. I mean, like, majorly
clumsy.”
When Jessica answers the phone. She greets the
caller very warmly before telling him where she’s at. As Jessica is
beginning to explain the events – as she thusly understands them,
of course – which led her to Beth Israel, the voice instructs Will
to do something completely off the wall. Upon hearing the
instructions, Will’s initial reluctance quickly concedes to the
voice’s command. Generally, when the word “eventually” is used, it
is in regards to an elapsing period of time which is of
considerable length. Will “eventually” performs the action, but his
eventuality transpires in a mere moment – as actions such as these
are quick, unthinking, unflinching, snap decisions – lasting the
span of a few seconds. His reasoning for going through with it: the
voice has yet to lead him astray.
CHAPTER 7:
Some days are just not right for some people.
Some days are just wrong, not dead wrong, but wrong and long. Some
days just begin and continue badly.
Upon waking, Milton Woodsmith had an aching
pain in his lower back. His large and robust torso, always so
difficult to move, needed to gain momentum from the swing of his
legs in order to rise
is.
“Listen, I should be getting out of here. I
have a prior engagement that requires my attendance,” he says
cryptically, referring to the imminent meeting between Laura Cohen,
now in the company of police officers, and himself.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, Will. Please
come by and visit again, anytime you like. I’m sure grandma will
appreciate the love.”
Will turns and begins to head out of the
opening in the curtain when he’s interrupted by Jessica’s phone
going off. For some odd reason, this catches his complete and
undivided attention. He steals a glimpse of the phone’s home screen
just as Jessica is about to answer it. The name of the contact
calling her is Hector S. Will doesn’t know why he’s interested in
her personal business, but a gut instinct tells him that he should
be paying attention.
The doctor also takes a look at the ringing
phone. Apparently, the phone is enough to get him to talk to us,
but the injured, senior lady isn’t.
“Hey, I have one of those. My boyfriend too,”
he adds, revealing that he’s gay, a tidbit of information which
flies over Will and Jessica’s heads as they are a bit too
preoccupied with their current situations to care. “Anyway, great
sale recently, two for the price of one. I brought my lovey-dovey
one to match the one I got myself. Now, we’re phone
mates.”
Will looks at the doctor, confused as to why
he believes that either himself or Jessica are interested in
hearing about the cell phones he purchased for himself and his
lover. Although he is very tempted, Will does not voice his opinion
on the matter. Instead, he disregards it, brushing it aside, away
from the focal center of his thoughts. The task proves to be more
difficult than Will had anticipated as the doctor continues his
impulsive and unprovoked dialogue.
“Got it just a few blocks away at Union
Square. The sales person was incompetent and immature, but the
manager was very helpful. Very heavy too. I wanted to tell him that
he should exercise more and go on a diet, but I didn’t want to be
rude.” The doctor reaches into his lab coat’s pocket and pulls out
a syringe and vial, preparing it so that he can administer a dose
of the substance to Beverly. “Besides, he had just given me a deal
on the accidental handling insurance.” He inserts the syringe into
the vial and extracts the substance. Then, holding the loaded
syringe in his mouth sideways, like one would if they were chewing
on a pencil, he cleans a small segment of Beverly’s arm, near the
crook of the free elbow, with an alcohol pad before thoughtlessly
thrusting the point through the old lady’s arm flesh multiple times
until he finds the vein. “You know, in case I drop my phone because
I’m such a klutz sometimes. I mean, like, majorly
clumsy.”
When Jessica answers the phone. She greets the
caller very warmly before telling him where she’s at. As Jessica is
beginning to explain the events – as she thusly understands them,
of course – which led her to Beth Israel, the voice instructs Will
to do something completely off the wall. Upon hearing the
instructions, Will’s initial reluctance quickly concedes to the
voice’s command. Generally, when the word “eventually” is used, it
is in regards to an elapsing period of time which is of
considerable length. Will “eventually” performs the action, but his
eventuality transpires in a mere moment – as actions such as these
are quick, unthinking, unflinching, snap decisions – lasting the
span of a few seconds. His reasoning for going through with it: the
voice has yet to lead him astray.
CHAPTER 7:
Some days are just not right for some people.
Some days are just wrong, not dead wrong, but wrong and long. Some
days just begin and continue badly.
Upon waking, Milton Woodsmith had an aching
pain in his lower back. His large and robust torso, always so
difficult to move, needed to gain momentum from the swing of his
legs in order to rise
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