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When Chris told the head of the nurses what happened with the John Doe they switched her with someone else. Her replacement was someone who John Doe did not want to talk to. The shift eventually calmed down, they had several more patients afterwards, but it wasn’t anything too special. The patients who were in the shootout were all eventually cleared and moved. John Doe after he was treated was taken by the police to get questioned. Someone told Chris that before he was taken he asked for her. [/indent]
[indent]Around four, she left the hospital, It was a bit earlier than usual, but she wasn’t really up for putting in another two hours. Her boss wasn’t too happy about it, but he gave in once she used the “you owe me” card. She’d normally go home, but that wasn’t the plan today. The thing with Dalia and the John Doe shook her up too much to go to bed.[/indent]
[indent]At first, she considered drinking, but all the bars she knew would be either closed or closing. The only place that’d be open would be stripper bars that offered breakfast options. She considered it for a moment while she buried her head in the steering wheel of her old car. After a while, she eventually gave in and drove.[/indent]
[indent]At first, she considered drinking, but all the bars she knew would be either closed or closing. The only place that’d be open would be stripper bars that offered breakfast options. She considered it for a moment while she buried her head in the steering wheel of her old car. After a while, she eventually gave in and drove.[/indent]
[indent]The diner was this hole in the wall kind of place, physically and metaphorically. It didn’t have a sign. Everyone called it “That place on Padre Noval with the fish tank”. It was squished between three large apartment buildings, one of which she lived in. They wouldn’t normally be open this early, but Chris knew the chef and the owner who lived above the place. [/indent]
[indent]Chris called the owner on his cellphone. Seconds later a six foot tall man opened the door. He eyed her from the faced down and sighed. She knew what he was going to say. [color=7bcdc8]“Should I fire up the stove or are sleeping with me?”[/color] He asked as disappointment painted his face.[/indent]
[indent][color=bc8dbf]“The former”[/color] Chris answered [color=bc8dbf]“I haven’t eaten since….”[/color] She didn’t know.[/indent]
[indent][color=7bcdc8]“You should really treat yourself better.”[/color] He said with a sigh, [color=7bcdc8]“Come on in then I’ll make you something. What do you want?”[/color] He asked her. He smelled like cigarettes, but somehow clean like he just came out of the shower. [/indent]
[indent][color=bc8dbf]”Anything’s fine Alby.”[/color] She answered. Alby understood immediately and headed straight to the kitchen. Chris grabbed herself a seat at the bar with the giant fish tank next to her. [/indent]
[indent]The tank was three foot tall, seven feet long, and a foot and half wide. It was beautifully decorated using oceanic plants, rocks, and relics Alby collected from around the world. The fish were just as international as the decorum. It was specially made for his restaurant.[/indent]
[indent]Chris watched the fish move. Her face reflected onto the glass. She saw her own reflection, but it didn’t look like her. It looked an amalgam the faces she’s been seeing for the past week. Her reflection gave her a sense of connectivity and peace.[/indent][/center]