You were a nurse, well sort of. You mostly got drunks or gang members who had been injured. You had this one guy who would always show up drunk. You’d heard of him, Rusty James, and he was year older than you. Rarely he’d come to you injured it was mostly when he was hung over. Today was one of those days. “Hung over again?” You say while sighing.

“No no no no, I’m sick” He says putting your hand on his forehead while leaning his head down to the side and looking in your eyes.