Screaming Video, 13: Is There a Doctor in the Shoebox?

Lesley lay on the hard cardboard of his box, having wadded up a corner of the paper tissue under his head, not caring what it was soiled with. He moaned and cried openly, and it had been a long time since the neighboring cubbies barked at him to knock it off: they were either out on shift or had just given up. After all, they all knew what it could be like, and even if this blubbery guy was a whiner, even a big baby could run afoul of something serious.

Augh, goddamn it! Someone help me! I‌ need help, waugh!”

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