The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

* Dr. Viper’s POV*

I fucking swear to shit, if I saw one more motherfucker that was trying to get a prescription for opiates out of me, or any motherfucking controlled drug, I would fucking kill them! Motherfucking junkie pieces of shit! Fucking fuck my life! Fuck!

“Dr. V?” Fucking great, I couldn’t have a fucking sip of coffee, just a single fucking sip, a single goddamned sip, like a normal person? Why couldn’t you hire another fucking doctor, it might take the wait time down from 3 hours to 2 you shits!

“Yeah, what’s up? Is the next one all set?” I turned around, mask up, smile in place.

Gerdy, a woman who had seen it all and who was impressed by nothing, said, “yeah, I guess this fellow is a famous singer in a country band or something? Another patient was videoing him in the waiting room.” Fucking double eew. Both because 1- country, well, barf, and, 2- videoing, well, that’s fucking gross. I felt sorry for the poor fuck.

“Huh.Well, hit me.” She handed me the tablet and I scanned it quickly. I only missed half a step when I went over his name. No, not country! Black Veil Brides was not really my cup of tea, a little light for my taste, but Andy was a good-looking guy, I guess. Sounded like prettyboy had himself a little fit and punched a table. Fucking men, I fucking swear! Dumb as fucking rocks! Who the fuck assaults furniture? What a dumbass motherfucker! Now I would have to waste my time patching up a rock star because he shoved a nail in his hand. At least he was up to date on his tetanus. Fucking idiot. I hoped his ego was under control. I was not in the mood to deal with a bunch of horseshit. I hadn’t even finished my motherfucking coffee.

“Thanks Gerdy, I’ll be out in a few.” I did my customary peek around the curtain to make sure it was kosher to slide the curtain aside to enter, and was met with a surprise.

Yes, Andy Biersack was sitting there, on one of the chairs, sure as shit. Next to him was a woman about my age, with black hair up in a bun and pale skin. She was a pretty big girl, though, I wouldn’t have pictured a fancypants like him with someone like her. But they were holding each other so intimately, I hesitated. I couldn’t go in, I couldn’t interrupt. They just stayed there, still and quiet, their foreheads resting against each other. I backed away.

“Hey, Gerdy…is the one after this ready yet?” My voice must’ve come out maybe a little softer than usual or something, she looked a little worried. “Oh, they just look like they’re having an important conversation, I figured I’d give them a few minutes.” She nodded, and I followed after her, handing her the tablet so she could bring up a different patient, for the time being.

For the rest of the night, I was visited by a host of old memories.

Notes

QOTD:

do you care what’s done with your remains after you die? Burial/cremation/burial at sea/Viking funeral/etc?

Yeah, in the sense that I want the ashes of the pets of mine that have pre-deceased me to be either mixed with my ashes, or buried with me. from there, I guess whatever is cheapest and makes whoever is left alive happiest. I’d rather be cremated/buried with my piercings in, but I know they generally don’t do that. I guess I’d like whatever is cheap, environmentally friendly (as is legal/possible), and preferable for the living left behind that care.