Code 3 for seizure at the drug rehab. Fuck that place.
As usual, the patient is sitting in the chair in the front lobby. Before I say a single word, I already know there is absolutely nothing going on here.
“I was sleeping and I felt my arm shaking. And then I couldn’t wake myself up.”
“And you’re telling me all this…”
What a crock of shit.*
“What’s your name?”
“Huh? Never mind.”
I’m sure there’s an information sheet somewhere.
It reads “Jacques.”