It Began at the Gift Shop
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If there were ever days where Duncan felt a little joy, either one of three things were happening; he was getting laid, he had just won a match or a race, or he had just gotten released from the hospital. Something about those places just made them terrible to be in. The sheets, the people, the mopey nurses. It was awful.
He clung onto his shoulder, having tossed the sling into a trashcan the moment the nurse wasn’t looking. A doctor instructed him not to drive, but his bike was his only way home and he’d be damned to take orders from a guy in a lab coat. On his way to the hospital entrance, he passed the gift shop; another poor accessory to the whole hospital scenery. A figure caught his eye who was looking at something on the shelf. Behind them, Duncan spotted a fridge and could go for a drink of something.
He walked into the gift shop, passed the person, and slid open the doors to grab a red sports drink.
“Someone die? Or are they about to?” he asked without looking at them.