Cutting down and delivering a Christmas tree to his ex-girlfriend lands Arash in the Emergency Room. Though his blood-dripping arm distracts him, he explains to the receptionist why he is there.
Arash: I think I’m next actually. I was here before—It’s only… my arm is kinda bleeding right now and I was here before that woman with the twitch. But I can wait over here. Maybe you can’t see me very well. Maybe I’ll wave my arms around like this. Is that better? Now you can see me real clear, right?
Well…I think I should stop waving my arms around. I’m not a doctor, so I don’t know that for sure, but the blood from my arm is dripping on things. It’s dripping because…well, it’s Christmas time, y’know. And my girlfriend wanted a real tree. But I have allergies. That’s not why I’m at the hospital—I sniffle a lot and it annoys people but I wouldn’t come to the ER for allergies. I wish I would stop sniffling.
My girlfriend’s sure been disappointed not having a real tree for Christmas the past few years. My allergies spoil everything. But this year, I thought it could be different because…