"Where is Kasey?" I asked quickly. "She's OK, right?"The nurse was telling me to calm down but there was no way I could.I felt tears on my cheeks and ...hen Carrie's finger drying them."She's fine, hon," Carrie said. "She is just fine. We both are just fine thanks to you. But she's only 17 and Dr. Douchebag here refuses to let her in to see you for even a moment. Hon, you're still in ICU." Well then get me the fuck out of ICU," I told the doctor. "Or get me an administrator in here this very. And he had managed to combine the two in his latest project.At sixty years of age, he was a retired social recluse with few relatives and even fewer friends. He was surprised at first by the foreign sound that flooded his laboratory. It was only later that he recognized it as the sound of his ringing phone, which had not been used for weeks.His curiosity took hold as he wondered who could be ringing him. Perhaps it was a wrong number, but as the unfound phone continued to ring persistently, he. Woah, Queen Bitch, that was a little harsh. You snapped at her like you snap at a clerk who screwed up an order. And you’re 5-foot-6, you practically tower over her, especially in your heels. Come on, say something nice.“God, look at you, you are gonna be great!!” Setting the wine glass down, I reach both hands out to you and walk toward you. “Come on, let’s go pick an outfit for your first day.”You’ve had me in every room of your apartment. You’ve made it clear you don’t mind me in any room of. Did you get everything done?"I stood there looking in the direction of the TV, but not really seeing it. I was lost in thought about where my wife was, and what she was doing, and even with whom."Uncle Mark?" Sally whistled to get my attention."Uh... Yea... What?" I stammered."Did you get everything done?" She asked me again."Uh, yea honey, I got it all done." I said as I turned towards my desk.I sat down in my desk chair, and powered up my laptop computer. I got online, and checked the bank.