Wisdom Pain Killer I
Jackson Biddle left his hotel room and walked out onto the street. He felt fairly comfortable leaving the room behind, the Soloman hotel had a pretty good reputation and he thought they could take care of her. It wasn't much any way just a bed, some sheets, a toilet, and a bible. He didn't even know why he was thinking about it so much. He really didn't care. Jack didn't know where he was going. It was just getting light, it was cold and a sleet hit the air. It was an altogether miserable day for a stroll in the city. Jack was wet, a little tired and his teeth hurt for no apparent reason. He ducked inside the emergency entrance of the University Hosipital because he thought it might be warm and he had to use the bathroom.
Jack was caught staring at an open drug closet. He wasn't looking at the open closet because he wanted to steal somethig has was just genuinly interested to see what they had. The nurse thought he was some x-head of one kind or another so Jack made up a story about an uncle with cancer staying at the hosiptal. Nurse showed Jack where the cancer wing was and Jack left heading that way.
He actually did go to the cancer wing. He went partly becasue he didn't want the nurse to think he was lying and partly because he thought he would probably get cancer at some point and wanted to do some research - see what he was in for. He was walking along fake checking for his non-uncle half looking into the rooms rating in his head which ones were he worst. While walking he heard a man's voice asking for some help in a feelble tone. Jack went in to see what was going on.
The floor had a puddle of blood next to an old man lying down trying to flex a muscle that didn't work so he could get up. Jack went over to the guy, helped him to his feet, and walked him back to his bed.
"Do you know who I am?" The man asked as he settled under the thin comforter.
"Yeah. You're Chinofski the writer. I read your stuff. Saw a documentary about you in New England once. You ever see that one about yourself?"
"Would you have helped me up if you didn't know who I was?"
"Of course not."
Jack was caught staring at an open drug closet. He wasn't looking at the open closet because he wanted to steal somethig has was just genuinly interested to see what they had. The nurse thought he was some x-head of one kind or another so Jack made up a story about an uncle with cancer staying at the hosiptal. Nurse showed Jack where the cancer wing was and Jack left heading that way.
He actually did go to the cancer wing. He went partly becasue he didn't want the nurse to think he was lying and partly because he thought he would probably get cancer at some point and wanted to do some research - see what he was in for. He was walking along fake checking for his non-uncle half looking into the rooms rating in his head which ones were he worst. While walking he heard a man's voice asking for some help in a feelble tone. Jack went in to see what was going on.
The floor had a puddle of blood next to an old man lying down trying to flex a muscle that didn't work so he could get up. Jack went over to the guy, helped him to his feet, and walked him back to his bed.
"Do you know who I am?" The man asked as he settled under the thin comforter.
"Yeah. You're Chinofski the writer. I read your stuff. Saw a documentary about you in New England once. You ever see that one about yourself?"
"Would you have helped me up if you didn't know who I was?"
"Of course not."
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