Never liked hospitals though they seem to love me. Could be that I keep them in business. Heh. Seems Dreiberg was involved in some mishap. Felt urge to pay visit. The smell of disinfectant and sex crazed doctors nearly overwhelmed me. Punched scrub tech. Nausea soon subsided.
Walked down hallway to Dreiberg's room. Passed a nurse who either moonlights as a prostitute or never had a mother to teach her how to apply makeup. Suggested to ease up on eye shadow. She didn't like that, not one bit. Seemed flustered though and scurried down the hall into a patient's room.
Walked into Dreiberg's room, seeing the slob asleep on a twin sized bed, his folds of flesh overhanging. "Lucky The Doctor prefers original recipe. Heh." Dreiberg manages a weak laugh. Tell him I came only to assure him his apartment would be safe, would protect his coop from the foxes. Turn to leave only to be stopped, Dreiberg asks to adjust his bed. Claims its unncomfortable. Start playing with buttons, hoping to teach the foul fowl to appreciate what you have.
Hope he learned lesson.
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