Everest
"Maybe. Toes are regularly used during some phalloplastic procedures." Listen. It makes sense in his mind, though in a few hours when he's less stoned, all reasonableness will be gone.
"He's..what? Hey!!" Mateo doesn't stop and the nurses aren't quite sure what to do. Security is there as the wheelchair is rolled back up the doors, leaving the two guards turning over their shoulders wondering what the protocol here was.
"Do you have a napkin?" Ever wonders, looking cheerful and content in the back of the cab despite the rose-bloom of blood coming through his shirt. It's at that moment his cell phone begins to ring, though because Mateo was the one who put it into his pocket, the paramedic things that his thigh has started to play an instrument.
"He's..what? Hey!!" Mateo doesn't stop and the nurses aren't quite sure what to do. Security is there as the wheelchair is rolled back up the doors, leaving the two guards turning over their shoulders wondering what the protocol here was.
"Do you have a napkin?" Ever wonders, looking cheerful and content in the back of the cab despite the rose-bloom of blood coming through his shirt. It's at that moment his cell phone begins to ring, though because Mateo was the one who put it into his pocket, the paramedic things that his thigh has started to play an instrument.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
