Life in a hospital bed is boring at best. All you do is lay there staring at the wall or watching reruns that you've already seen about a million times already. Those are the good days. The great days are when the doctors think I have enough energy and allow me to roam the halls. Although they only allow me to walk the distance of the nurses station for fear I would just die on my feet. These days make me miss Helena the most. She would have fought for my independence. She would have made them allow me to walk wherever I wanted and for as long as I wanted.

On the bad days all I can do is lay in agony. On those days I can feel myself fade away into nothing. These days make me miss Pete and Claudia the most. They might not be gone, but they aren't the same around me as they used to be. Their laughs are forced and their smiles don't reach their eyes. They also make me miss Artie and Steve. Artie would have told me gruffly to stop complaining and work while Steve would smile gently at me and try to comfort me.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. I look over and see Vannesa smiling at me.

"How are you feeling Myka?" She asked, her eyes full of concern.

"Alright I guess." I cough out.

She smiles at me and walks over to the foot of my bed. Reaching down she picks up my chart. As she reads it her smiles goes away and a frown takes it place.

"Hmm. This is weird." She ponders out loud.

At that she walks off leaving me to my own thoughts again.