What was it your dad used to say, when you were a kid and dudes dropped every day? Something about enzymes and keys And that the cure is just waiting for the disease

We checked in on him last week with the window cracked, you could just hear him speak.

I asked him which bug was worse. Did he miss the rush and that other nurse? ‘He’s a vent jockey now, he's probably cursed.’

Please tell him feel better soon I hope you feel better soon Please we need you all to stick around We need the good ones to stick around

I know it’s strange with me here and you away I’m a sad excuse, getting sadder every day. But I’ll do my best to hold things down We’re all counting the days till you’re back in town

Please tell her feel better soon I hope you feel better soon