She was still upset that she hadn't been chosen for the quest -- despite her proficiency with a sword and her (small) knowledge of magical incantation... -- and had spent all last night pleading with you, begging, saying that she would do anything to take your place as the leader of the quest.But no, it was you who had been tasked with slaying the dragon. You would not let her assume the danger of the journey -- or your mother or father for that matter. The one who leads the quest must be ready. "I didn't really, I was managing to get around a lot easier now, and I had managed successfully during the night. But this was going to be my last morning in hospital and if there was any more therapy to be had I wanted in on it."Well now that you mention it... er... nurse--" I pretended to read the name tag beneath the pocket watch pinned to the pocket over her left breast even though I already knew her name "--Patrick, one can't be too careful."She reached beneath the bedclothes and felt my. ”I pulled my shirt on and said, “I bet it rain’s every night.”Joey exclaimed, “In the desert?”I said, “Yes. It does actually rain in the desert once in a while. It’s a desert, not a wasteland. How do you think cactus and other plants are able to grow?”Joey said, “Well, it’s not going to rain all three nights.”I opened my door to get out and said, “You’re probably right. We’ll just get attacked by coyotes the second night and spend the third night in the hospital.”Joey groaned, but then caught. 45 in my pants pocket. I only got three bullets left, but I’m not intending on loosing a load here, just for intimidation purposes today, boys and girls. The smell is still intoxicating me, definitely in a not-so-good way, at least it loosens up once I reach the sixth floor. Six F is staring me right in the face, twenty feet away. I can hear some soft music in the air. That seems to be replacing the fragrance of filth. I’m about to get the heaviest dose of filth in my lifetime. The doorknob was.