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YOU CAN GO HOME AGAIN
Chapter 2
Visiting hours arrived and Miles lay back closing his eyes. He was ignoring the sound of heels clicking on the floor which signaled the arrival of lady number one. It was going to be a long afternoon.
The door opened again and a knock sounded on the doorframe. Frank stood in the doorway and called out, "Hey, Miles? You awake?"
Miles opened his eyes at the sound of the familiar and much welcome voice. "Yeah, Frank. I'm awake. I was just doing some thinking. What brings you here?"
"I was just in the neighborhood," Frank replied although they both knew that the hospital was quite a bit out of the way from where he lived.
"Well, since you're here you might as well grab a chair and sit down awhile," Miles suggested. "What's in the bag?"
"Everybody wanted to bake cookies today and I was thinking that you must be getting really tired of hospital food. So I snatched these out of their last batch. Homemade chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven," Frank explained, handing the bag to Miles.
Miles dug into the bag with all the eagerness of a six-year-old and held up a cookie. "Ahh. Real food at last," he announced before biting into it.
"I have to say that you're looking a heck of a lot better than the last time I saw you. How are you feeling?"
"A heck of a lot better than the last time you saw me," Milesanswered once he'd finished off the cookie. "Tell your family, "Thanks," for me."
"I'll pass it on," frank replied. He jerked his thumb toward the drawn curtain. "What's he doing over there? Watching a porno movie or something?"
Miles sighed and rolled his eyes. "Nope. Let's just say that you could call it live and in person."
Frank looked over at the curtain and then at Miles for a minute until he finally caught onto the younger man's unintentional pun. "You mean they're-?"
"That's exactly what I mean," Miles interrupted.
"Well it certainly gives new meaning to the term 'in person'," Frank joked. "How long has that been going on?"
"Every afternoon for the past two days. And I swear that I'm just about ready to walk out of here if I could talk sommebody into bringing me some clothes to wear. Natalie won't do it."
"You had her pretty worried there for awhile . Heck man, you had us all worried. I think it's just her way of making sure you stay put until you're told that you're fit to leave," Frank said.
"I am fit to leave," Miles stated although he still tired easily. But he wasn't going to let anybody know that. "I can get better just as well at home and without the 'entertaiment' either."
