A room at Mt. Sinai Hospital; New York City; Friday
Okay, well, he wasn't dead. Chuck hadn't exactly been expecting that. He also hadn't expected for the family to magically start talking to him again out of pity. The papers were even making him seem like more of a victim than a jerk who got what was coming, which was another surprise. If it hadn't been for the weird hospital smell, the fact that Francine's cupcakes had been placed out of his reach and the fact that the doctors weren't sure if he'd walk normally again, this getting shot thing wouldn't be too bad.
Maybe that was the morphine talking. God, he loved morphine.
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Maybe that was the morphine talking. God, he loved morphine.
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