Room B337 is empty. Roll +COOL to GET OUT OF TROUBLE

You steal a few **** towelettes from the exam room supplies. If all goes as planned, they might be handy.

It'll be a little bit, so you take the long way around the hospital grounds to the cafeteria, where you park yourself and watch the staff in scrubs and clinic uniforms go in and out. You think after your weeks of repeat visits that you can tell the contract nurses from the permanent staff by their badges and sometimes brighter, more personal dressing style.

When it's closer to the time on Doc's scribbled slip, you get a medium coffee for you and a big one for Doc. One sugar for yours, three for hers. A lid for hers. You drink about half of yours in the cafeteria. Coffee works kinda like cheap Viagra for you, like it does for a lot of men. Especially if you have something to look forward to like a cute doctor who blushes bright pink when she's gonna cheat on her wife.

The third floor in the south tower, where the "B" rooms are, seems like it's a little disused. There are some places where signs were removed. Maybe they moved a clinic someplace else.

Moving with confidence, finally, and without a cane for the past couple weeks, you scan the doors until you find B337.

You put your coffee down on the floor and tap on the door. The handle moves, it's unlocked. You pick up your coffee and go in.

B337 is a little nothing of a room with furniture from the last century. There are a couple of old nylon cushioned plastic swivel chairs and a metal-edged linoleum topped table. The table has a paper coffee cup and a magazine on it. The magazine is FEMME 2.0 - The Kiki Style Issue, with a couple of cute gals in nice kinda boyish but tailored clothes holding hands on a balcony over some kind of outdoor marketplace by a beach. You put the coffees down on the table and quietly close the door.

You're daydreaming about being on the road again, and you realize it's been a little bit. You wonder what's keeping Dr. Breedlove.

B337 south tower building. Check.

Biggest coffee, black, three sugars. Check.

Fawnie won't lick my butthole. PLEASE Brian. Okay Doc, where are you?

You wonder if Didyma ran into her wife, who asked about the blush in her face, or whether something else might have happened.

Your last chance to kiss butt was actually Dr. Fawn Rogers herself. You'd talked her into getting **** on her cheating wife Diddy by taking a slice for herself. And boy howdy, how she did. Fawnie Rogers got just about the biggest orgasm you'd given a gal that way round.

It had almost been worth the exile to that terrible convalescent care home. Mostly terrible because it was boring, which may have helped you get up and around and back home sooner.

ROLL +COOL(+1) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE: 8+1 = 9. Yes, but it will cost you.

What do you do about Dr. D?

• Figure something came up, and leave. (Costs you: give up on her.)
• Find out what happened. Roll +COOL(+1) [custom move]. On a 7+, maybe you have a chance. Otherwise, you're left wondering.