Why Do I hear Boss Music?

I don't think anyone likes hospitals, it's like previewing your grave. Like hearing the boss music but not seeing it.

The nurse beams at me, grabbing my hand. "Oh, you're Mrs.Roisin's grandson, aren't you? She won't stop talking to you."

"All good things I hope."

"Well, she speaks very highly of you, but we've heard a few of your embarrassing stories as well. Like that one time she walked in on you-"

"Alright, there's no need for that." Guess patient confidentiality is not a thing anymore.

"She's eagerly awaiting you in room 430D."

With a wave, I drag myself to her room.

Her eyes light up the moment I step in. "Oh, Graves, you came!" Despite her joy, she looks like a wilted flower. Just that weak wheeze of excitement could have been her last.

As she weakly waves me over, I give her a gentle hug.

She grabs my face with her skeletal hands. "Look at you, what a handsome boy, I'm sure the ladies are all over you."

I haven't been on a date in 3 months, and the last girl I talked to left halfway through dinner. "I'm sure they would be, except I'm still dating Stephanie." I lie.

She covers her mouth with a giggle. "Oh, my how rude of me to forget."

I can almost hear the dirge, so I've decided to let her live in the delusion that my life is going great.

Making my way over to the window, I place the flower by the sill. "You look like you're doing well. Have the doctors given you any updates on your condition?"

She laughs her usual warm laugh, but it's obviously just a scare tactic against the reaper. "They said I'll be back up on my feet in no time. With all this time on my hands, I've been planning a trip for the three- two of us, hiking, swimming, I was even so bold as to add zip lining."

Giving her a close-eyed smile, I nod. "Well, I'm a little scared of heights, I will happily watch from the side. But nevertheless, I look forward to it."

She gasps, reaching for the bedside table.

I wave her away as I open the drawer for her. "Is there something you need in here?"

"Before your grandfather wanted to give these to you before he died."

In the cabinet is a small iridescent octahedron-shaped object, beside it is a pamphlet of property for a skyscraper.

"I don't want to sound ungrateful, but I kinda have to know what I'm getting to be grateful. So... what are these? Cause it looks like he just gave me what he had in his pocket at the time of his death."

She chuckles before violently coughing. "I'm sure you're too young to remember that building, but your grandfather used to take you all the time. He was so proud to own the property on the 78th floor. So, he wanted to give it to you, as you remember he was a gambling bum at the end of his life, so this is all I could convince him to give you."

I do have vivid memories of the building. he was apparently good friends with the owner and managed to get a discount.

Holding up the iridescent object, I hold it up to the light. "And what is this...trinket?"

My grandmother sits there for a moment yet doesn't say anything. "I... have no clue."

"Huh?"

"He never said, he just told me to give it to you. It looks valuable."

"I see... well, I do appreciate the property, I'm sure Stephanie will be overjoyed to move from our cramped apartment."

"Well then, you'd better hurry up and have kids with her, I want to see my great grandchildren before I kick the bucket."

"I'll see if she's in the mood tonight."

I say that, but my strongest relationship is with my right hand.