“Is he dead?” “No I think he is just asleep.” “Cas, that’s a horrible thing to say.” “Pat I know he isn’t dead, it’s a joke.” “Doesn’t hurt to check though,” Jacob kneels beside Solace and checks for a pulse. “Yeah he’s asleep.” “I’m not asleep, just resting my eyes.” Solace slowly sits up, his … Continue reading Three Years
Bad Nurse
“Are you sure? He’s going to get better?” Andy says leaning on his new cane. “Yes, the poison from the Consolida, or Larkspur, was the cause for all of the hubbub.” The doctor says, his hands on his hips and cocked head show a little too much relief. Jacob doesn’t let up, “what about the … Continue reading Bad Nurse
Thought of a Thinker 