1.c.
Mr. Smith’s
vision came back to him, easing from a brilliant yellow-white to the dull
antiseptic tones of the hospital.
“Hmmmm. Sparkly,” he said.
“You see that,
sir?” the orderly said. “He’s talking.”
“Yes, I hear
it, Jimmy. I’m not deaf,” said the
important looking man standing next to the orderly.
“Well, what
should we do?”
“We?
I have to make a phone call,”
said the important looking man. He
enjoyed injecting his speech with italicized words. It made him feel intellectually
superior. “You will do your
job. Which I believe involves changing this man’s urine stained clothing. That’s
what we pay you for, is it not?”
The orderly
sighed. “You know what… I get minimum wage–”
“Which means
you’re probably overpaid.”
“Look I–”
“Am no longer
necessary,” said the important looking man as he turned and walked out of the
room.
Jimmy yelled,
tossed his name badge into Mr. Smith’s lap, and stormed off. He returned a few moments later, picked up
his badge, and wheeled Mr. Smith away.
“Pee pee
pants. Pee pee pants!” said Mr. Smith.
“Yeah. I got it.
And you can stew in them for all I care.”