Out the door.
Adrian felt...well. Adrian did not feel better.
He'd been informed by the doctors everything he needed to know about his disease - surgery, chemotherapy, the funny purple pill he needed to take even though it was a pill and pills were above ring things from a six pack but under rusty hinges on his list - and had written him a scrip for Valium to help calm his nerves.
(He'd almost considered filling it, standing at the pharmacy for ten minutes, but then a woman with a sniffling, sneezing, coughing, eye-rubbing, loudly-crying small child had come up and made the decision for him.)
But even still. He was still in the hospital, and really, Dr. Cameron's insistance that all he had to do to leave was stepping through that...that...... Well, whatever it was, it looked dirty and unsafe and he would probably die or catch tetanus from getting too close. No. He wasn't going. Sherona was in New Jersey, he could find Sherona. And work. There were crimes there, too, right? In New Jersey? He'd never researched New Jersey enough when Sherona left; fourty-seven hours and three minutes just hadn't been enough.
He needed a second opinion.
Tugging on his sleeve, he knocked on Dr. House's office door. Dr. House would know what to do. Dr. House had always been kind to him. Well, except for the thing with the n-word-that-shall-not-be-mentioned, but Dr. Kroger said that sometimes, it was healthier not to think of things. Like needles and strange swirly portals and needles and strange swirly portals and needles....
He'd been informed by the doctors everything he needed to know about his disease - surgery, chemotherapy, the funny purple pill he needed to take even though it was a pill and pills were above ring things from a six pack but under rusty hinges on his list - and had written him a scrip for Valium to help calm his nerves.
(He'd almost considered filling it, standing at the pharmacy for ten minutes, but then a woman with a sniffling, sneezing, coughing, eye-rubbing, loudly-crying small child had come up and made the decision for him.)
But even still. He was still in the hospital, and really, Dr. Cameron's insistance that all he had to do to leave was stepping through that...that...... Well, whatever it was, it looked dirty and unsafe and he would probably die or catch tetanus from getting too close. No. He wasn't going. Sherona was in New Jersey, he could find Sherona. And work. There were crimes there, too, right? In New Jersey? He'd never researched New Jersey enough when Sherona left; fourty-seven hours and three minutes just hadn't been enough.
He needed a second opinion.
Tugging on his sleeve, he knocked on Dr. House's office door. Dr. House would know what to do. Dr. House had always been kind to him. Well, except for the thing with the n-word-that-shall-not-be-mentioned, but Dr. Kroger said that sometimes, it was healthier not to think of things. Like needles and strange swirly portals and needles and strange swirly portals and needles....