“So, Patsy… You’ve been here for the mandatory 72 hours now, and we’ve run all the standard tests, what are your thoughts?”
Dr. Tellman pushes an errant strand of hair back behind her ear again, not looking at me, but instead, down at her clipboard, reading her notes.
“I don’t know, Doc, why don’t you read them to me, since they’re right there in front of you?”
Ooh, that’s got her attention. Her eyes snap to my face, a quick frown forming on her mouth, & lines creasing her forehead.
“Your thoughts are not written in my notes, Patsy, as you well know. You don’t share much of what goes on inside your head, actually, which has me stymied in your treatment. That makes it difficult for us to move forward, either with talk of your release, or further treatment here.”
“Well, Doc, it’s not easy being me.”
I shrug and grin, knowing she’s not going to like any if the answers I have to give her. Matter of fact, she’s going to hate everything I have to say, but? A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do…
“When you’re dead, nobody really listens, so why bother talking, am I right?”
And that’s how my vacation got extended from 72 hours to… Undetermined.
Anyway, Boss says there’s more work here.
Yay.
Go team.
Why are so many people crossing from here all of a sudden, though?
Hmm…maybe there’s more here than just the random crossing-over jobs. Maybe I need to do some sniffing around, see why I’ve been handed a sit-still assignment.
“Got a job for you…”
“Yeah, yeah… I hear you.”
“Multiple targets.”
“Oh?”
“Fight between roomies, messy…messy… Sorry bout this one, Pats. Couldn’t be helped. Should’ve got out while you could, I think. It’s only gonna get worse from here.”
“Insight?”
“Gut feeling.”
“You don’t have any, how’s that work?
“Ha ha, smartass. Go to work.”
It was already dark in my room, but I could still see the darker entity slide away into the night, one of the benefits of being who and what I am. Good night vision is always a plus in this line of work.
Hmm, damn, he didn’t tell me where I was headed. Guess I’d have to improvise & get my information elsewhere.
“Azreal.. I need a moment, please?”
A single, white feather drifted down onto my bed from above, and I knew I had my audience.
Time to go see an angel about some dead people.
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