And nobody came, for so long. Finally, the door opened and a nurse came in, "You had a visitor yesterday. She came in, but you were asleep." She hands me a card. "She left this."
And I read the card, "Does this mean your coming back? I've missed you - Jessica." But it was from Jessica. She felt like a distant memory. It felt more like something I'd dreamed and after I gave the card back, the nurse gave me a shot. She asked me if I wanted to watch t.v., to which I said okay. She turned on the t.v., and handed me a remote control. I flipped through the channels as she left. I stopped on a paid advertisement for the Psychic Friends Network. I felt the confusing feeling of nostalgia, so I changed the channels some more, stopping at Bob Ross painting happy trees the exact same way he always paints them. I fell asleep.
I woke up, and the show Barney and Friends was on. Jessica was there. "Hi," I said.
She turned and smiled, "Hey. How are you doing? I bought Zack."
"Hello," he said. He smiled passively and went back to the t.v. show.
"I don't know," I said. "I don't know why i am here? Or how?"
"We were at the Front Room, University Cafe drinking double cappuccinos when you just got the shakes and started murmering something to yourself. I'm used to that, though. You've been doing it for weeks. Bringing home that damned buttercup tea, and narcotics. But yeah, we were at the cafe when you passed out, vomiting on the floor. Well, do you remember? At all?"
"No. I can just barely remember you moving in."
"Oh, that was before you started getting freaky. Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah. I guess. I still feel drained and sore, and confused. My memories are too disconnected, messed up/" I was getting weaker. It would be time to sleep again. And, oh, I felt so hungry. They can feed your veins all day; it won't stop the nothing feeling that hurts deep inside your stomach. "I'm hungry."
"Hold on." she said, reaching behind my head and pushing the button.
"yeah." came the tin sounding voice of nurse.
"Could George get something to eat?"
There was a pause. "Yes, He can have jello if he's ready to eat."
"That would be fine." I said loudly hoping the mic would pick it up. There was a static click as the nurse switched off.
"It's almost three o' clock, George. I have to go. Are you ready Zack?"
"Hold on." he said playing with the zipper on his coat. He stared at the t.v., we had gotten rid of ours when she moved in. She didn't think a kid should be 'raised by a box.'
