He snubbed his sister long ago. She was the one who first called him “Buzzy.” His parents had named him Beaumont. The third. Like it was some legacy.
Nurse Sally bothered him to say Dr. Finn was coming soon. He’d find out anyway when that useless bastard delivered his next wrong opinion. Like he was smarter.
Dying slowly on his hospital bed, Buzzy dreaded visitors. Like they could help.