When all else fails, go with bribery
“Days off?”
Ray asked hopefully, fingers tapping frantically on the hard wood of the kitchen table top, leg bouncing up and down to the same impatient rhythm. The answer he received simply drew out another long, frustrated groan from him and he screwed his eyes shut, balling his fist and hitting it against his forehead half a dozen times. As if that’d make a difference.
“Yes, I’m still here, sir. Uh...sick days?” He piped up, staring absently towards the corner of the room as his Lieutenant grumbled at him down the phone.
“I don’t think that’s quite right, sir. I coulda sworn I had - well, yes, I know I-…sir.” He gave a short puff of embarrassed laughter, “Yeah, see that’s the interesting thing about me. When I get ill, I like to uh, y’know, keep active.”
