Snippet #1741807

"Well?" a voice said, but I ignored it.
I was busy with more important things.
Donna, you've never quit before, I tried. She didn't answer me. Something in the back of my head reminded me that she was a train, not a person. I told that 'something' where to go and continued my mental conversation.
It's like . . . you're done.
I blew air between my cheeks intermittently, a little nervous by this thought.
You can't be. I won't let you. You -
"What now?" the voice persisted, interrupting my thoughts. "Did you figure something out?"
My eyes made their trek to the man's face. A young face. Then I remembered the situation we were in. I wasn't sure what to make of him. But the way he sat, leaned - the way his eyebrows raised. Yes, I was sure of it. Even his tone spoke of it. He was the sort of man that I detested. A man who, rising to a high position early in his life, believed that he was better than everyone else. I wouldn't let him condescend me. I pointed to him in an aggressive manner.
"You just calm down, 'kay?" I said. My mouth formed an expression of irritation. I shrugged, unable to suppress the habit. I didn't really know the man, but that didn't matter. I figured I had his type pegged. Then the nurse from before, the nervous one sitting next to this scarfed man screamed:
"I'm so scared!"
"Shut up." The doctor, also the one from earlier, said to her. She yelped but did as he bid her. I decided to make a joke. It solved most of my issues and I suspected it would lighten the nurse's mood.
"What do you call a man without a head, a heart, or lungs?" I asked her. Then I coughed a few times, hard. Damn cigarettes. But cursing the smokes made me crave another one. I patted my pants for a pack and in the meantime the nurse responded to me:
"A werewolf?" She tried. What the . . .? How did she get a 'werewolf' out of that?
"Dead." I told her and I shrugged. It wasn't very funny. I also didn't consider how uneasy that might make her.
"That's not funny! What's wrong with you?" She said. I shrugged again. Whatever. Then I remembered the scarfed man. Some part of me was trying to ignore him.
"The station here looks like a house. I don't know why," I explained to him. "We'll have to go into town to find some way to contact the next station over."
Would that suffice? Would this man shut up now? Then I remembered another detail:
"Oh, and I found a map."