“Patients,” Hans said, appearing from nowhere and startling the hell out of Dr. Robert Henry Lang. “They’re growing restless and debating whether to eat the cat.” The whippet-thin Hans was light on his feet and prone to sneaking up on Rob, who tried to pretend it didn’t bother him.
Rob dipped his fingertips in a washbowl to clean the morning sleepers from his eyes. “Bathroom. Coffee. Glasses. Then patients.”
Hans used a rag to scrub Rob’s face like a parent might with . . .
“Patients,” Hans said, appearing from nowhere and startling the hell out of Dr. Robert Henry Lang. “They’re growing restless and debating whether to eat the cat.” The whippet-thin Hans was light on his feet and prone to sneaking up on Rob, who tried to pretend it didn’t bother him.
Rob dipped his fingertips in a washbowl to clean the morning sleepers from his eyes. “Bathroom. Coffee. Glasses. Then patients.”
Hans used a rag to scrub Rob’s face like a parent might with . . .
All, Figured I'd throw another chapter in here. Thanks for checking it out!