The Death of Elgin

The doctor had not said anything regarding this call made to the prosthetics manufacturer, so Andy could only assume whatever response he'd garnered was not encouraging. The room in which most normal check-ins were held was the same room where they had done surgery. There was a bucket of sanitation fluid against the counter with the gleaming silver prongs of instruments poking from inside. As far as Andy could tell, there were no personal effects. He kicked a pebble at the edge the hallway further in and listened to its smack against the mound stretching up to the ceiling. If he looked hard enough, the stones seemed to move like waves did in films, ebbing and flowing grasping for ankles along