"Frasier. I really should be calling you Dr. Crane. Truth me told, I should be asking you how you would like your coffee today. You always seem to appreciate it when I ask, and you like it even better when I listen. I suppose that's why you love what you do- you do love an audience, don't you? Oh dear. Let me turn you on your side and fix your pillow. There, much better, don't you agree. I don't know how you like your pillows but I imagine you're pretty particular. Pillows. Such a strange word. Have you ever found a word so strange that you just want to say it a few times because you like the sound of the word? No, probably not. I should seriously think about scheduling an appointment with you when this is all said and done.
My, you're looking a bit clammy. Let me take get a washcloth and wash your face off a bit. There, much better. I don't know why all of this happening. But you have a lovely family that loves you. I know for a fact they do. Why your brother Niles…"
No, I can't talk about Niles. I'm so scared that Niles is setting me up. The last think I want to do is to hurt anyone. No, I can't even think about Niles. Besides, it's Frasier that I've had a bit of a crush on for a while now. And I am a wonderful caregiver if I say so myself. I can make sure that he's being taken care of properly. That's it. The more time I spend at the hospital the more I can avoid his brother. Perfect.
"Frasier, I'm going for a cup of tea. I will be back in a few minutes. I promise." Hesitantly, I gently squeezed his hand.
If I was frightened by Niles, you should have seen the look on my face when I saw a dark haired woman enter the room, scowling at me.
