Cab

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

The soldiers turned abruptly, surprising Darren and causing tensions to mount.

Chris stood. “No need to start another war over little ol’ me,” he quipped weakly. The soldiers left.

“You look terrible,” Darren remarked.

“I feel worse than I look.”

“What happened?”

“I laid down; a guard poked me with a gun; I traipsed to the lobby; they paged you, but you don’t care; I laid down; the guard poked me again. I figured either you’d come or they’d haul me away. I didn’t care which.”

“What can I do?”

“Cab,” he groaned.

Chris returned to the hotel where he staggered between bed and bathroom for the rest of the trip.