Chapter 15 "33 Carrots"
"Your shampoo sucks," Bea said, coming out of the bathroom, drying her hair as Gus laid on the bed, reading a magazine and eating some nuts from a plastic tub. He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow....
"Your shampoo sucks," Bea said, coming out of the bathroom, drying her hair as Gus laid on the bed, reading a magazine and eating some nuts from a plastic tub. He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow....
Allie could hear the screams echoing around her, she could hear the sounds of someone firing a gun and the sound of a tiger growl, but she couldn't focus clearly enough on one singular thing long enough...
Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling overhead as her hand was wrapped around a mug of hot coffee that was sitting on her chest, Natasha tried to remember the last time she'd felt this alone. Not just...
"What do you think, Frank?" Melanie asked, sitting at his kitchen table as he poured them both some tea. Frank sat across from her and opened a package of cookies, saying, "What do I think about what?"...
Allie's eyes were taking some time to adjust to the room, everything blurred and out of focus. She groaned as she tried to sit up, and quickly realized she was wet all over. Allie looked down and saw...
It had been a while since Melanie had been in a hospital. The feeling of sitting, waiting, worrying was all too familiar, and because of that, oddly comforting, not unlike an uncomfortable hug. Sitting...