“There are people in my ear,” Daniel whispered.
By evening, desperation struck. He’d tried steam. He’d tried a warm compress. He’d tried the Valsalva maneuver until his eyes bulged. Nothing. So he did what any rational, congested adult would do: he opened the medicine cabinet and read the label of an old, dusty box. ear drops for clogged ears from cold
“I said, do you want soup?” she repeated, louder. “There are people in my ear,” Daniel whispered
“ You’ve been storing us in a damp cabinet for eleven months. The rubber bulb has mold. Real classy, Dan. ” “There are people in my ear
He lay back down. The fizzing continued. Then the voice spoke again, clearer this time: