Nurse Naughty
leaned over and whispered, her erotic breath brushing Walt’s ear, “No
bullshit. The three of us are D-E-A-D.”
Walt took a
big drink of the bourbon; the bottle was almost empty, now. “Okay, you win, you’ve scared me. Go ahead and have your laugh.”
Walt held the
near-empty bottle out for the doctor to take.
Dr. Good shook his head. “No, you
finish it. A little alcohol is good for
the soul. And it can’t do your body any
harm--that’s for sure,” he chuckled.
“But I don’t
feel dead,” Walt protested.
“Got ya!”
Walt clutched
his chest. “Thank God! I was actually beginning to believe that I was dead!”
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