Doctor Douchebag leads us out of the exam room and through the corridors of the hospital, promising to “show us ladies something that will explain everything.”
As usual, I’m oscillating between impatient and exhausted, but Riley looks more worried than I expected. She stifles a cough, waving at the trail of bubblegum scented vapor coming off the medicine man. “Uhh, Doctor,” I ask, “Do they really let you smoke that thing in here?”
He taps the pipe, “Just one of the many perks of being the big-boss.” I whisper to Riley, “Talking with pipe in your mouth doesn’t make you Hunter S. Thompson, but it does make you as insufferable as him.”
She nods and whispers back, “I don’t know who that is, but be nice!”