n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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We are arrive at Meritech.
"Five what are we doing here?" I question as we stand in the middle of the room.
"We're looking for something, Rosie." says Five vaguely.
"Yea but wh-" I start to ask when I'm rudely interrupted by one of the doctors.
"Uh, can I help you?" asks the male doctor.
"Yea. I need to know who this belongs to," Five says, pulling out a prosthetic eye from his pocket.
"Where did you get that?" asks the doctor cautiously.
"What do you care?" I question, though I'm wondering the same thing.
"I... I found it.... at a playground, actually...." Five says, obviously lying. "Uh, must have just.... popped out." Five says popping his tongue for effect.
"We just want to return it to its rightful owner." I say, grabbing on to Five's hand to calm him down.
"Oh... what a thoughtful young man." says the receptionist behind the counter.
The doctor turns and nods his head slightly, not one hundred percent agreeing with the receptionist.
"Yeah. Look up the name for me, will ya?" Five asks harshly.
"Uh, I'm sorry but patient records are strictly confidential," says the doctor who leans down to talk to us as if we were five, " that means I can't tell you-"
"Yeah, we know what it means." says Five.
"We're not idiots," I say. "Unlike some people." I finish under my breath.
I catch Five hiding a smile from my comment before he goes back to listening to the idiot of a doctor.
"But I'll tell you what I can do," says the doctor, looking slightly embarrassed.
"I will take the eye off your hands and return it to its rightful owner, "says the doctor reaching for the eye, " I'm sure he or she, will be very grateful, so if I can just-"
"Yeah, you're not touching this eye," says Five, handing the eye to me and away from the doctor.
"Now you listen here young man," says the doctor in a scolding manner.
Five lunges for the man, startling both the doctor and the receptionist and yanks the doctor down so they're face to face. "No! You listen to me, asshole. I've come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn't comprehend, so just give me the information that I need, and I'll be on my merry way. And if you call me "young man" one more time, I'm gonna put your head through that damn wall."
"Oh, dear," whispers the receptionist reaching for the phone.
"Call security," says the doctor turning his head away from Fives.
