I was sitting at the end of Jason's hospital bed yesterday, chatting about nothing while he blinked his heavy eyelids slowly and tried to focus on my face—refusing to sleep because he wanted some quality hospital time with his ladyfriend.
I asked him how he was doing, if he needed anything. He blinked half awake again, "Yeah I'm ok." Alright.
We sat there a moment more and his face turned thoughtful. "This is the hardest thing I've been through." Yeah? I echoed. "Yeah. Harder than the transplant. Harder than being bit by a vampire—"
"Oh... I think I dreamed that... ?"
"Yeah, I think you probably dreamed that."
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*doing quite a bit better today. pretty sure he'll be headed home tomorrow.