[Poggio]

He felt like was dreaming on clouds until a long slobbery tongue woke him up, panting heavily in his face. The mousy doctor had a time wrestling with the large dog and he usually lost. In the end of the second day trapped at Ambrosia's apartment he allowed for an IV of both pain meds and nutrition supplements. It was both nice and strange having the doctor for company. He was sure he would not see Ambrosia again until at least Saturday night and by then he would be long gone from this house. He dreamed away most of that time, unsure if dancing would kill him using his dog as a blanket.