"Well, my shift is over. Here you go." She placed the coin on top of my journal. "The interns will be watching over you. Don't worry they aren't that bad." She patted my arm and left. I picked up the journal, and put the in the side drawer. I turned around in the bed, and drew up the covers over my shoulders. I laid in bed trying to twirl the coin down my fingers. Soon I was drifting asleep. The dream began with me swimming in a pool filled with some golden liquid, but I was pulled under into darkness. I woke up coughing up blood. I hit some buttons, hoping one of them was to the nurses office. A few interns came and sat me against the bed. One of them was injecting something into my arm. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My eyes were getting heavier. The faces were starting to spin around me. My head slumped back, and I was dragged back into the darkness.
Chapter 2
When I woke up it was pitch black. The only light came through the window from the moon. I slowly lowered my feet to the cold floor. I stepped out in the hall. The lights were dimmed so other patients could sleep. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing. I drifted down the hallway and up the stairs. I took out the need connecting me to the pole. I reached the door, but it had already been open. I walked through my bare feet stepping on the snow. I walked to the edge of the hospital and sat down. "What are you doing up here without any shoes?" I reached up and pulled the ribbon from my hair. I avoided eye contact with him. I pushed it towards him. He looked at me and back at the ribbon. He yanked it away. "What's wrong with you?" I tried not to let him see my eyes. "I have Wilson's disease. I have to much copper in my blood, and it's shutting down my liver."
I shot a side ways glance at him. I looked back down at the snow. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up. He reached up with his other hand and wiped the corner of my mouth. "So, it makes you spit up blood." He was grabbing my chin harder. He held up his finger for me to see the blood. "Amongst other things." He let go of my chin. My hand automatically rubbed the soar spot. He stared at his fingers, but quickly wiped against his jeans. "Why are you still here?" He turned his head to look at me, but I quickly looked the other way. "Because I can be." He said them not as a defence, but a harsh statement. "Are you a patient?" I don't know why I keep asking him these questions. He laughed, sharing some kind of inside joke with himself. "No, you will never catch me in a hospital because I'm sick." I wasn't sure what he meant. "So, how did you get up here? Surely you didn't climb the ladder. It stops about halfway down the building." He tucked the ribbon in his pocket. "I get up by the elevator, and go down by the ladder." I gave out a small giggle. "What?" I stopped laughing for a moment. "Your a bad liar." He didn't seem to find it as funny as I do.
"How do you figure?" His expression changed the look on mine. "There's no elevator leading all the way up to the roof. The last elevator stops five floors down." He didn't seem shocked to find this out. His face remained expressionless. "So, I took that ladder." He is still lying. "I just told you the ladder stops half way down." He just shrugged his shoulders. "What's you point?" I did the same. "Nothing just stating fact. I haven't ever seen you on the ladder, and it passes right beside my window." He sighed. "When are going to stop playing the question game, because let me know when your finished." I guess he finally had enough because he stood up. I did the same as him. I had to look up just to see his face. The height difference was strange. I didn't say anything. "
Chapter 2
When I woke up it was pitch black. The only light came through the window from the moon. I slowly lowered my feet to the cold floor. I stepped out in the hall. The lights were dimmed so other patients could sleep. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing. I drifted down the hallway and up the stairs. I took out the need connecting me to the pole. I reached the door, but it had already been open. I walked through my bare feet stepping on the snow. I walked to the edge of the hospital and sat down. "What are you doing up here without any shoes?" I reached up and pulled the ribbon from my hair. I avoided eye contact with him. I pushed it towards him. He looked at me and back at the ribbon. He yanked it away. "What's wrong with you?" I tried not to let him see my eyes. "I have Wilson's disease. I have to much copper in my blood, and it's shutting down my liver."
I shot a side ways glance at him. I looked back down at the snow. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up. He reached up with his other hand and wiped the corner of my mouth. "So, it makes you spit up blood." He was grabbing my chin harder. He held up his finger for me to see the blood. "Amongst other things." He let go of my chin. My hand automatically rubbed the soar spot. He stared at his fingers, but quickly wiped against his jeans. "Why are you still here?" He turned his head to look at me, but I quickly looked the other way. "Because I can be." He said them not as a defence, but a harsh statement. "Are you a patient?" I don't know why I keep asking him these questions. He laughed, sharing some kind of inside joke with himself. "No, you will never catch me in a hospital because I'm sick." I wasn't sure what he meant. "So, how did you get up here? Surely you didn't climb the ladder. It stops about halfway down the building." He tucked the ribbon in his pocket. "I get up by the elevator, and go down by the ladder." I gave out a small giggle. "What?" I stopped laughing for a moment. "Your a bad liar." He didn't seem to find it as funny as I do.
"How do you figure?" His expression changed the look on mine. "There's no elevator leading all the way up to the roof. The last elevator stops five floors down." He didn't seem shocked to find this out. His face remained expressionless. "So, I took that ladder." He is still lying. "I just told you the ladder stops half way down." He just shrugged his shoulders. "What's you point?" I did the same. "Nothing just stating fact. I haven't ever seen you on the ladder, and it passes right beside my window." He sighed. "When are going to stop playing the question game, because let me know when your finished." I guess he finally had enough because he stood up. I did the same as him. I had to look up just to see his face. The height difference was strange. I didn't say anything. "
