It was a rarity, to see him. He didn’t often show up, and when he did it wasn’t for very long. Sometimes he came unannounced, a surprise visit. This was the first time he ran. Soon, he’d be gone again.
So, I enjoyed what little time we had.
He ran around the small room, touching everything as he passed. It was like a game, and when he missed the corner of the bed he stopped and made sure to hit it harder.
His eyes were bright when he looked at me. I think he noticed my smile. His lips curled into one as well. Coming closer, he patted my hand.
The nurse pulled away, knowing she had my attention.
She counted out several pills from a bottle, keeping up with a daily checklist.
“He was… He was running this time,” I said, my stringy voice trailing.
The nurse looked up from her cupped palm and raised a disinterested eyebrow. “Was he?” She put down an extra pill.
“You let me know if he comes back, alright?” she asked. I wouldn’t.
The medicine was placed to my right along with a glass of water.
The door shut and I listened hard for its click.
I only took two of the vile things.
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A riveting piece by a promising young author!ReplyDelete