Everyone came to see me the next day. I was lying in my bed quietly, I wasn't doing or saying anything, but in my mind I was praying to God that I would see my baseball mitt again, that I would find it and the old lady wouldn't keep it to herself. I tole Holden about my dream when my parents and D.B. was talking to the doctor, and Holden just gave me an awkward hug, and it was only awkward cause of the caffeyter in my chest. He said he'd bring me the mitt next time they visited and I was so happy that I cried, and I tole him that I loved him, and that he was the best big brother ever, and then I felt bad cause D.B. was also a good big brother, and both of them were really nice to me. I tole Holden that I didn't mean that he was better than D.B., but just that I loved him very much, and I loved D.B. very much but also differently to how I loved Holden. And I saw that Holden was trying not to cry but I didn't say anything, cause I didn't know what to say. So I tole him I loved him again. I tole all of them that I loved them, cause they all came over to talk to me, that is, Mom, D.B., Dad, Phoebe and Holden, and I tole them that they were all amazing, and I did love them very much, and I was happy that they were my family. And Mom, she just cried, like she'd been doing for the last few weeks, and I tole her to please be happy, cause it didn't hurt when they were with me, even though I had the caffeyter in my chest the chemicals in my blood, and I looked like Death. Mom kept crying but she did smile, which made me happy to see. Phoebe didn't really know what was happening, I think, but she tole me that she loved me too, and I was a lovely brother.