Re: Orange County Hospital - Recovery Room
"The pleasure is all mine, Archer."
The medicine given to him for pain was like star dust. It made correspondences silvery, the universe glitter and glow, and everything a bit more magical. He hoped it never ended. It was almost better than his personal collection of cough syrups, arranged prettily in an ornate apothecary. It made the stuffiness of this recovery room a bit more bearable as well. Where the hell were the windows? Didn't they know the sick had to breath? Air conditioning was recycled breathing! And this stupid place was hiding his clothes from him. On purpose?
"And it'll be my pleasure..." He arrived at the next unopened closet as enthusiastically as any half-asleep, half-starved, half-conscious individual. This was a small thing, and the only one left in the area of where his bed was. Was he going to have to steal someone else's clothes? Why did they make escaping so difficult in this hospital! Why were there so many unanswered questions! "... to continue calling you Glasses." and, voila, except, the closet had nothing but everyone else's crap. Surprise, surprise. He huffed and slammed it shut.
That's when he looked down at his hospital-provided-hideous-and-completely-obvious-escapee-practical-dress of the recovery patient. It was in no way functional... but he did consider it for a moment. "They probably threw my things away. Ruined as they were." And then it occurred to him... his fathers fedora! Pity the air that had to be between he and the drawer beside his abandoned bed, because surely it got tattered with his wrathfully he marched through it, to get back to that precious detail he'd almost forgotten. He threw opened the drawer hungrily as if it contained a buffet, and when he removed the black hat, decorated by a hawk's feather, he inspected it carefully as if he were an archaeologist examining the validity of the Shroud of Turin. "Phew." Relief. He smiled.
"I give up. I guess we're cell mates again. "He'd said, climbing carefully back into bed with a lengthy yawn."I hope you don't snore, because I do, and I don't need any competition."