Chapter 63: Confrontational
Orchid
I was not looking forward to this meeting but Talus insisted on it. He had not been officially discharged from the infirmary yet but he was the type to come and go as he pleased. His arm was in a sling and he had an IV pole that he was wheeling around with him as he walked the hallways.
“Your IV fluid line is closed, Dad,” I pointed out.
“What does that mean?” Asked Talus.
“That I can unhook you. The fluids aren’t running right now either way. You don’t really need those fluids anyway. You’re eating like a horse,” I said.
“I’m eating like a Hawthorne,” corrected Talus. “We have the best appetites!”
I unhooked my Dad from the IV line and he left his half-empty bag of IV fluids, the line and the pole in the middle of a random hallway a considerable
