Better hurry. Ticktock ticktock ticktock ticktock … DONOVAN AWOKE TO the sharp sound of knuckles on glass. “Mr. Reed?” He opened his eyes, blinked a few times to clear them. There was a chill in the air. Pale morning sky. Jesus. What time was it? A woman peered in at him through a window and it took him a moment to realize where he was: lying on the backseat of the Chrysler. “Mr. Reed?” The woman wore white, clutching car keys, a purse, and the remnants of a sack lunch to her chest as she frowned in at him. What had she called him? “I’d like to go home now. You’re blocking my car.” Her voice was muffled through the glass. She sounded annoyed. Donovan pulled himself upright, his body groaning. He felt something plastered to his cheek and pulled it away. A candy wrapper. Baby Ruth. His throat was sore. His mouth tasted like dried cow dung. Tossing the wrapper aside, he stared out the window at the woman. She lowered her hands now, revealing a little placard on her chest that said LUCILLE BAKER, RN. Was he back at the hospital? “Look,”
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