He’d been waiting for his discharge papers for about four hours. And if they didn’t come soon he was going to start swinging with the IV pole in the corner. For fuck’s sake, all he needed was a piece of paper or whatever it was they did in hospitals these days. Would it really matter if he just walked out? Not like they weren’t going to send him a fucking bill. There was a knock on the doorjamb and he looked up, his shoulders sagging. “Show a little excitement, Kagan.” He gave Lila a half wave and pulled his marker board close to him. He scribbled I want to go home and held it up. “And that’s what I’m here to do. Well, sort of. We have to meet up with the band first.” He tipped his head back. All he wanted was a real shower, with his own soap and his own towels. He wanted his bed and his sheets. Something of his own, for God’s sake.
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