He rushed down to the cafeteria, his sneakers whining against the linoleum floors. Biscuits and gravy for lunch, and he couldn’t miss it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten them when warm and fresh, usually something tended to distract him in the busy hospital.
“Doctor!” The harsh charge nurse called out as he sped past her in his excitement. “They’re serving meatloaf instead.”
His dreams were dashed, but he kept the smile on his face. “Do they still have the carrot cake?”