Date: 02-12-2010
Still more tests today . . . I don't get it. What is so wrong with me that they have to keep running these tests? If it weren't for the fact that my legs still feel a bit like jell-o, I'd get up and leave, after I tell them where to stick their tests.
Kim came to pay me another visit today. He came around lunchtime, same as Racer X. It was kind of nice, too, though Racer X is still acting strange. And I think it surprised him to see Kim here. The first thing he did was ask Kim what he was doing here. He was just so defensive . . . like he thought Kim was here to gloat over me or something . . . or hurt me. I just don't get Racer X sometimes.
Mom, Pops, Trixie, Sparky, and Spritle came to visit me today . . . Mom even brought me something to eat. A hot bowl of chicken noodle soup and jell-o . . . I didn't have the heart to tell her that I'm getting sick of both . . . That's all the hospital staff is feeding me. I can't keep anything else down. Guess I can't complain . . . it's better than having an I.V. in my hand again, though I've been told I may end up having one put back in anyway. Doctor told me I was still too dehydrated, hence the weakness and sleepiness that I've been feeling.
Kim said something to me today, while Racer X had stepped out of the room and just before my family came to see me, and it has me wondering about something. He said something about Racer X acting like an older brother to me, even thought he saw a bit of a resemblance between us. Then he asked me if we were brothers. I told him 'no' but now that I think about it . . . I'm not so sure anymore. I can't help but think of the first time he entered my life.
We'd had a race, late at night and during a storm . . . something had happened. What, I'm not entirely sure. I know I'd barely managed to maintain control over the Mach 5 then coming to a stop. Then I was waking up in Racer X's home.
He had white roses in his house. I remember that and remember thinking that they were Mom's favourite. To this day, that is still very clear to me. I kept looking around some when I saw the mask . . . I was going to surprise him while he was in the shower and find out who he really was when someone hit me in the head from behind. It had been the Alpha team, trying to keep Racer X out of the race. They thought that I had been him.
It can't be a coincidence . . . they shouldn't have mistaken me for Racer X . . . not unless there is some sort of connection between the two of us . . .
I can't keep this up. My head's starting to hurt again . . . damn lights.
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