"No he's coming to." His voice, how cruel is the mind of a crazy person? "Nope still mumbling about drugs and things." Of course I am and how could they give me a male nurse. This shit just gets better and better. I feel my temper start to rise but remember I am going to play good boy to get out as quick as I can. I relax my fingers, try to un tense my thighs. Counting my breathing I hear the voice again. "He is playing opossum, he was tense and I think coming around now he is limp again." there was a pause and I thought I heard another voice but it was like hearing under water. "Yes, uhuh, okay I will. Yes thanks for the help. No I will, promise."
I felt the cool cloth rest over my whole forehead and fingers stroking down my jaw. Then just the cloth, everything else was gone. The dip in the bed, the heat of a body next to me, everything. I was alone. I reach up to remove the cloth and then hear a soft song.
The first words have me feeling I may be over the top bat shit or have a bit of hope.
"In every heart, there is a room. A sanctuary safe from harm..."
My eyes flip open and I have either lost it finally beyond repair or I am in heaven.
"Billy?" only one thing could tell me for sure.
His lips are soft and my eyes are open. They are quick and trembling. His hand so soft on my neck. His eyes dance all over my face. Before speaking.
"And so it goes." His smile is laced with worry then a small smile plays at the corners of his mouth. "And the name is Emmett Thank you very much."
