While Max sat, straight up– exhausted. Alone.
She wondered if he was cold, underneath his hospital gown.
Love Struck is a boozy cocktail— so sugar coated that you fool yourself, into the “good idea” of having another.
Ignorant of tomorrow’s hangover.
Wearing thin, Max asked if it was necessary that someone (she) be there, in order to release him.
The Nurse was shocked by the question.
She was doing her best to move his case forward.
“Soon, you’ll be out the door.”
Sure enough, this was true.
Three weeks later, Max was given the slip.
Formerly known as “Mr. Persistent” straight up, dipped.
So long– Good riddance.
His gratitude for that evening is yet to be enlisted.
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