/It takes you a while to cook the pudding, and you have to rush a little to make it to the hospital. Dave was probably hella pissy by this point. Whoops!You ask what his room is at the front desk, keeping your treats hidden in your purse. Then it’s just an elevator ride and a couple meters and bam! You’re knocking on the doorway to his room, grinning at him.//
Delivery for a mister dave strider?