(IM DONE *slaps table* I CANT STOP LAUGHING)Meanwhile, Gage lay in his own bed. How had he got in this hospital gown? Ohhh gosh. I hope- then a knock came at the door, but didn't wait for an answer to enter. It was a rather pouty-faced woman in scooby-doo scrubs and carrying a clip board. "How are you feeling?" She said hollowly.
"Yes." Gage said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The lady seemed unphased, "Name?"
"Trump." He said.
The woman rolled her eyes.
oh great maker of many tales!
how is chickie?)
that was fanci right?)