Sharkyshark
Just chillin'
The vague fishy smell that seemed to permeate every inch of the island was gone in the hospital, replaced with the sharp, almost stinging scent of disinfectant. The receptionist seemed skeptical of the two, and after some debate allowed them in only on the condition that Charles leave his camera at the front desk. Eventually, the pair would be led to Theo’s room, where they would find him sitting on a bed with his leg and arm in a cast. He seemed to brighten up when they entered, waving for them to take a seat and sipping on a glass of orange juice.
“You came,” he said. “Does that mean you actually believe me, Barbara? I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. It’s a pretty far-fetched story, I admit. It’s all real though, I promise.”
“You came,” he said. “Does that mean you actually believe me, Barbara? I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. It’s a pretty far-fetched story, I admit. It’s all real though, I promise.”