That was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me. It was the first time, since my childhood, that I had to be spoon fed by someone besides myself. He was a very nice man to do that for me, but why?
"You are very kind, Mr. Wonka."
"I told you I would do anything to help, and I'm not backing down. I owe you anyway; you took four inches of metal through your arm for me."
"I would have done it for anybody. I wanted to teach that man a lesson."
He seemed offended by that, as if I had said something bad about him. "What?"
"Nothing. Are you still hungry?" He was avoiding it. I caught a glimpse of his eyes again. Why did they look so familiar? I had seen them someplace before…
The nurse came in, picked up my tray, and left with it. A moment later, she returned. "Here are your clothes. You are free to leave now. Be out of here by eleven o'clock, need to clean up you know."
"I'll be right back; I need to put these back on."
I went and got dressed, and once I came out, he was waiting for me. I was tired, and wanted to leave. He could sense that. "Come on, let's go home."
"Home?" I hadn't heard that in so long.
"Yeah."
I actually had a home.