1000 ways and more to call dead people daddy
Alt Title: Goddamn these bitches change (good for them, fr fr) 3 am. Or, just around 3 am. You're not too sure of the exact time, so you squint at the clock hung helpfully in the middle of the emergency ward some more. You zone out for a bit. You blink a couple of times, shake your head a bit. 3:05. You look around. The ceiling is green. Well, ok, not all of it is green. The part, the area, the thingy, where the clock hangs, that's green. The office space, yes, the office space, the ceiling there is green. And the rest of the ward remains an off-white. Your attention drifts again. You find yourself staring at some saline solution. Salty water. Nice. You try to sleep. There's this comfortable nook created by computer's swivel arm. You're still leaning against the wall, but at least your head fits snugly there. You close your eyes. And you can't sleep. You look over your...