“Without this bitch?” I shoved the IV forward.
“No, you’re not taking it out. They only just changed the bag. You know they said they’ll take it out when it’s empty. Now sit down and wait a minute.”
I sat in the chair he was just in and grumbled something I didn’t even understand. I didn’t actually think I said any words, just a bunch of awkward, annoyed sounds put together.
Truth was, I knew I had to keep the IV line in. I knew I had to stay there until they say otherwise, but the problem with hospitals is that they’re not exactly relaxing. They’re too clinical and sterile. And boring. Completely boring.
“Okay,” Ivan said, coming back in. “You can get dressed and come down to the shop with me.”
“And how hard did you have to charm her for that?” I grunted, getting up.
