Your kind. Enough is goddamned enough. Elsa walked out of the hospital, went back to the truck, and grabbed Ant’s baseball bat from out of the bed. Carrying it, she walked across the parking lot, trying to stay calm. This time she banged through the doors, took one look at the woman sneering up at her, and slammed the baseball bat down on the front desk hard enough to dent the wood. The woman screamed. “Ah, good. I have your attention. I need some aspirin,” Elsa said calmly.
YAAASS ELSA
