Chapter 3
The old wise men said that a mind is a terrible thing to waste. Madonna said that sushi was a terrible thing to taste. But, what does anyone say about saving your friend's life? I mean, news crews have been trying to get into the hospital room all day, trying to talk to me about last night. I don't want to get into detail about last night for two reasons; I don't want to remember, and I don't want Jimmy to remember, on a count that it would be the first he's heard of what he did. Then, everyone would label him as a drug and alcohol addicted lunatic.
"I wish these people would just go home…" Jimmy said in an aggravated tone.
"I know! They act like they've never seen people in a hospital room before." I said, and he chuckled.
"Look, when we get out of here today, let's go out tonight. You, me, Manny and Craig; let's just go out." Jimmy said with a starry daze. He always did that when he was in a happy mood, which made me happy, because I don't think I can handle unhappy Jimmy.
"Sounds like a plan to me." I said in a chipper voice. I swear, the happiness in the room could have killed us both, if not that, then it would just make us sick to the stomach.
"Okay, we're gonna get fly tonight. I'll probably have girls clinging all on me, making sure I'm okay…" He said jokingly. I knew he was playing, so why did I feel so angry about what he said?
"Y-Yeah…" I said with a small, nervous giggle. "You'd knock them dead."
"Yeah, and you? Guys will be lined up to get at you, given fact." He said, and heat flushed towards my cheeks.
"Um, thanks…I think." I said with a small chuckle. Soon enough, the nurse came in with the news we'd been waiting for.
"Jimmy, Paige…Craig is here to pick you up." She said, and we grabbed our things, and walked out of the room and down the hall. We passed by some rooms, before we reached the elevator. It swung open, and we stepped inside. The usual elevator music was silently playing from the speakers, and I looked up at Jimmy with a playful smile. I had almost forgotten how tall he was. I felt like a flea.
"What's up, Michalchuk?" Jimmy said with a small smirk, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"Nothing…I just…I don't want you to ever do what you did again." I said, and he frowned.
"I'm sorry Paige…I'm an idiot." He said, and he hugged me. Even though he may not make smart decisions all the time, his heart is always on his sleeve.
"You're not. You're just really sad; you miss Ellie. But I want to help you. I want to help you get better." I said, and I rubbed his back.