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"I bring food to the table!" the old man shouted. Abe looked at Nancy and raised his eyebrows.
"This again," he said.
The old man - Bert, Abe thought his name was but he hadn't been introduced, at least not properly - had been here for three days, and he hadn't settled in yet.
"It's okay, sir," Janey, one of the nicer nursing staff, said gently. "And we appreciate all you do for us, we really do. Why don't you come back to your room and we'll have a nice talk?" Abe looked at Nancy, and winked. They knew what that meant. A nice friendly chat with Mr Syringe.
"I don't want to talk!" the man spat, swinging his arms around, stopping Janey getting near him. "I want to go home! It's my right! I work, I bring food to the table, and now I want to go home!"
He was getting angrier, Abe could see that. He knew how that went. He used to be the same, until he learned to take his medicine like a good boy...