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The Silence of Mr. S

He lay in the bed, breathing in, breathing out. The television chattered inanely in his ear, but he wasn’t really listening. Instead his attention was fixated on just one thing – the lazy ass tech across the room. There she sat, playing her Game Boy or whatever the hell those things are called now and not paying any attention to him at all. He waved, he mouthed…nothing. Jesus. Unbelievable. The dumbass finally looked up when she heard the call bell go off.
“What can I do for you, sir?” She said oh-so-fucking sweetly. He waved her over and said without words that he’d peed; he needed help. She cleaned him up without comment, but he wanted to see that face she made when she was outraged, so he gave her the finger as she gently turned him back.
“Hey! What was that for?” she laughed. Laughed! Dammit!
Now he was pissed, so he did the one thing he could do, the only thing he could completely do freely. He closed his eyes and ignored her. He heard the the long silence and then rustling as she sat back down.

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