Nesquick is a marvelous invention. (TF: before Last Rites)
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Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with this story. Which is a pity. I promise you, though: someday, we shall return to this subject, and all its ooey-gooey chocolate goodness.
Speaking of chocolate, that was more or less the color of the faded tuxedo T-shirt the diminutive man wore as he waddled through the hospital corridors, heavily-wrapped gift basket in hand, damning his short run of luck. Here he was, DWF's Director of Talent Relations, two days out from the biggest event of the year, not working with the talent to get ready but seeking out one of the talent's more egregious mistakes. Somewhere on the eighth floor of this facility was a young man by the name of Stanley Brown, and by the end of the night he was going to be very rich. Or very happy. Or both. Or, failing all else, especially if these corridors kept on winding as they did, which seems to be the case in all hospitals for some inexplicable reason, though I swear it has something to do with annoyance being easier to live with than pain, which is of course a total crock, neither.
He arrived at room 0806 to find the sandy-haired young man sitting up in bed, which was a good sign. From what Viper had mentioned from her visit some time ago the boy was comatose and hooked up to machines. He still had some bruising around his eyes, but it really just made him look a little goth, which if he tried could be a really good look for him. More disconcerting than that was just how empty the room was. It showed no signs of visitors or well-wishers of any kind.
"Excuse me, sir," Jiminy began as he walked up to the bed, in that hideous English accent of his, "I am the DWF Director of Talent Relations, and I've take a little time out of my busy day to check up on you...and say on behalf of the company how terribly sorry we all are for this foolish incident. Miss Viper has already taken care of your arrangements here, and the board of directors wishes you to know that we will go to any lengths to make this situation up to you. I've also been instructed to bring you a basket of...well, let me see...it appears to be Nesquick, sir. A lot of Nesquick."
Alright, so it is part of the story after all. So I was wrong. It happens.