The Lonely Medic
Medic sits on the base of one of the statues of the council Ricks and takes a sip from his flask. He was on his break and he was rather bored. Normally he’d use his break to spend time with a salesman Rick he was friends with but after a fight between the two of them they’d refused to spend time together. He put the flask down beside him and sighed softly before leaning backwards onto the base.
Salemen felt bad.. He normally didn’t fight with anyone.. but he let his temper get to him that it was like he was almost a different person. He sighed as he grabbed his phone and dialed up his friend. “Come on.. Pick up..”















