Yes, I love their embittered hearts and unrepentant drug addiction and that I love their overblown need for role playing is an unfortunate matter of public record, but their fundamental incapacity to discern between “alive” and “dead,â€ thatâ€™s the part of nursing that weirds me out.
But Ralford Jr. roseâ€¦like Lazarus, with Nurse Almaâ€™s bidding? Or did the liâ€™l revenant self-resurrect, rolling his rock away from the entrance of the morgue? In any event, pointless theological speculation aside, Junior up and dies again, making him some sort of undead I Am Legend spawn.
All in all, the question remains, whatâ€™s a dead baby worth? Above and beyond the nine months of minimum wage that is your due? The Ralfords asked for 100k and settled for five. Telling. Of course, kid would have grown up to be one of those self obsessed boomer types. Ahem.
This much we know with certainty: screams from a morgueâ€”thereâ€™s a sound you won’t soon forget.